Sense The Blind Poem by Thanh Huynh

Out in the blind, all we see is an image,
The picture is only surreal to the unjust,
What can be seen and can what the illusion means,
A parallax of what is going on around us,
Whats real and whats imagination,
Our minds adjust as we learn,
While many bodies rest at night,
The restless souls burn,
From conviction of unstated crime,
Metaphorically a flip of a coin of a dime,
Sweet beauty, yet cautious breaths,
Taking steps towards reality through the visions,
Though do we learn from our thoughts and eyes?
Maybe there is something to realize,
Six senses with real lies,
We only use some that are in our bounds,
People still trust the outside world, by their hearing of sound,
Screeching laughs and gullible people,
Whats really out there is only trouble,
Buried deep in the perceptions of the brains,
Peace within from words of the insanes