I walk a path covered in shadows,
Why must i hide, in this path I choose?
I hear a call known to few,
As I kneel before this pew.
I see A sight in reflections,
Why does that face show perplexion?
I smell a scent unkown,
As my spirit is grown.
I touch a being in this light,
Oh my, have I become a sight!
Perception is everything, it hides and shows all.
I wonder now how the poem is percieved by all?
