People see people,
Do you see me?
Or is life far beyond reality?
Is every image beauty?
Or is true beauty what counts?
Can we find things on the inside,
That are normally out?
Can we see things,
That we know aren't there?
May something be so pleasant,
And yet give us a scare?
Do we see what we think,
And think what we see?
I see you,
Do you see me?