I don't want to be right,
The movement of ev'ry limb that I see,
'Skey to locks out of sight,
Existing in another dimension,
Just theoretical,
Putting into question your sensations,
Whether it is there need not be settled,
You must take that taste with a grain of salt,
Feelings, too, are suspect,
They'll only help you with the chimera,
Of all that you expect,
But it's not there,
It's on the horizon,
A backdrop, for sure, sunlight on your dreams,
But it is not in the world your eye's in.
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