Do you really see, what your eyes lead you to believe?
Or do you mark the path, that your vision achieves?
Is a apple an apple because thats the name given?
Or could it be a sphere, an orange, or both wrapped in red linen?
Is the sun really hot as it sheds light there in the sky
or is really just so cold that the numbing frost hides away yet another lie.
How is it you say this life we live is real?
When no one knows how death really feels?
Looking behind stained glass I hesitate no more to ask.
could this all be a dream and this so called death be waking at last?