Appearance And Reality Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

When that Sun we stare at stares back at us,
And the leaf we touch touches our finger,
The sensation cannot help but to linger,
Creating a perception in our free minds, thus.
Since like ourselves, we’re so sure of this perception,
More so, being shared by other bodies and minds,
(Which is not shocking, as they are similar kinds
And thus sense their senses are to perfection)
We call it reality, and think it so,
And see all other things as atheists see God,
(Who have made for their own backs an eternal rod)
But is it same as knowledge ages and thoughts grow?
Is what our senses grasp really reality,
Or just an appearance with respect to our being,
With our minds receiving, and our hearts believing,
As dreams are, when we awaken with an injured dignity?
Is what we call real just an appearance, like a mirage
Which blends into nothingness when examined closely –
A conscious perception which exists undoubtedly
Until deeper insight transforms it into just an image?
Is man really what we see every passing day,
Or just a group of particles, as microscopes grant?
These particles, the real us in reality, surely can’t
Have an effect like our appearance, to sing or slay!
If how things appear affect us that much,
Maybe appearance is more real than reality.