The dust is here upon the earth with me
But how do I know I can really trust
The things that I think my eyes they can see?
Sometimes I think I see something ahead,
Perhaps I think I see a sleeping cat,
But when I'm there it's something else instead...
A plastic bag or someone's disused hat.
And so the thing I thought it was I saw
Is different from the way it had once been
The cat has changed from what it was before
To something that I didn't know I'd seen.
So if I cannot even trust my eyes,
How can I know what's real and what is lies?
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