A painting; its colors so clear
Perception is subject to anger and fear
Confusion; a weapon of mind
To shatter these walls, a prison of life

The starry heavens above
Reflected in the stream
Where they seem so easy to grasp
Just like the visions I see
But upon the first touch
They distort, then disappear
The elusive answer I seek
Remains a noumenon

The mind's eye views its own world
Unknowable truth lost in interpretation
To follow Immanuel's call
Or are there just impressions? No real truth at all

The starry heavens above
Reflected in the stream
Where they seem so easy to grasp
Just like the visions I see
But upon the first touch
They distort, then disappear
The elusive answer I seek
Remains a noumenon

Try to see beneath the surface, there could be much more
The mind knows what the eyes can see, but cannot reach the core
How can we know what cannot be experienced through senses
For all we know is what we see – What may I hope?

Somehow I still remain blind
The mind within grows older of age
All the years; they are not forgotten
So little done, so much to do

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