We are our own Liars!

 
How do we know what we see is true?
My eyes may see what
yours can't
Heck! An eye may see
what the other eye can't...
What still remains the question is-
Am I seeing the same thing as you are?
Pink may be black for all we know
but the generalization that has been taught to us,
to create a harmony and general view
of everything around us...
Is the greatest deception, 
A Lie!! A big Farce!!
To nature and to ourselves...
We do not know anything,
yet we still try to prove ourselves geniuses.

But in the defense of mankind,
we are just trying to survive.
Then why do we still have to stick to primitive
Ideals???
Why is it that we do not sit
and embark on better ways to solve this problem?
Here we stumble upon another question...
Does anyone even take notice?
 
 

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