PROJECTIONS
I look to the world and what
do I see?
Not colors, nor black or
white.
I see myself put on this
world,
That’s keeping me from
sight.
When I look inside, who do I
find
Not you nor any other.
All I see, when I look in
me,
Are psychic realms discovered.
Who do you see, when you look on me?
Can you take me for who I
am?
There may be a way but who
can say,
What’s good or bad in
humans?