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What is sight, but merely a trick of the light,
And what is light, but a trick of the mind
Led to believe in a beauty and a love based on a scant and brief
Glimpse of what barely lies above the multifaceted inside
Of an incompatible puzzle piece made to fit a lie.
So close your eyes and find yourself within a temporary bind
Of the dark, black, and blind confines of your mind,
Reaching out for touch and sound to redefine the line
You used to use as the launching pad for love,
And slowly feel for the chasm between here and above;
The leap from good looks to warm hugs.
The splendor of a book was never held by its cover;
Pretty people were never worth the time to stutter over.
And what is light, but a trick of the mind
Led to believe in a beauty and a love based on a scant and brief
Glimpse of what barely lies above the multifaceted inside
Of an incompatible puzzle piece made to fit a lie.
So close your eyes and find yourself within a temporary bind
Of the dark, black, and blind confines of your mind,
Reaching out for touch and sound to redefine the line
You used to use as the launching pad for love,
And slowly feel for the chasm between here and above;
The leap from good looks to warm hugs.
The splendor of a book was never held by its cover;
Pretty people were never worth the time to stutter over.