maybe this is nothing new
maybe I’ve written it all before
I have to tell you the truth
because my memory is not good enough for lies
we only have one set of eyes
and I can’t see through yours
if seeing is believing
maybe we are seeing different things
eyewitness accounts are faulty
they are confused by panic and blood
and the heat of the moment
when the pupil dilates like a galaxy
I confuse my dreams with the morning
my eyes are tired from them
by evening I believe my dreams
more than my vision
