all around is this world
so unknown to me
in which I have found
no place

from it
have I stood apart
thinking I saw
what is seen easily not

while always and constantly hearing
to fall between the lines
to see the same as do the rest
to abandon the clarity that remains to me

it changes not
this world around
nor does it change
the one I see

if the one remains
while it is the other I still see
which is it
and why is it I who ask
am I a fraud
or do I see