Spectre: That which appears…
The lines between the real and the ethereal blur
As I shift my focus
Now I see them, now I don’t.
The beings from beyond
Hold my heart securely in place
And then I remember a friend’s words…
“Tuning in and out of reality”,
A friend says about my eyes
These ancient wells of truth
Hold the secret to my soul.
Maybe someday, I will learn to see
Deeply into my own eyes
The lines between the real and the ethereal blur
As I shift my focus
Now I see them, now I don’t.
The beings from beyond
Hold my heart securely in place
And then I remember a friend’s words…
“Tuning in and out of reality”,
A friend says about my eyes
These ancient wells of truth
Hold the secret to my soul.
Maybe someday, I will learn to see
Deeply into my own eyes