Etherees

What’s Real Isn’t Seen

The Sun shines like a jewel as the day dawns,
dispelling the darkness brought by night;
I watch the sky devoid of clouds,
a sky that beams with light bright.
I but avoid the lawns.
Exist pros and cons
of rambling, boy;
And I sense
a ploy.
Pawns
move,
doing
what is told
At nights ruling
all, on self no hold.
But might I become bold
to tell you the only truth?
The truth that connects you and me
with all here, including men uncouth?
What’s real isn’t seen, unreal’s what we see.

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