Do I see what I want to see
And be then what I want to be
We don't see the whole spectrum of light
So are there things blind to us not right
And when we can't explain
Do we make it up or just refrain
If these things that aren't revealed
Mean that some explanations are left concealed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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