Camera Obscura

by Max Krakers

Why are all the things you see,
Reflections of things pure and proud.
Obscured behind a misty shroud.

Warped inside the watchers mind,
Where truth and lies, are soon entwined.

And so the truth is lost to thee.

But fear not, for with you I'll share.
An image clear beyond compare.

Now look inside my darkened room,
And see the truth that's all around.
Forever trapped, by darkness bound.