Look at something-- and pay no Mind
To what it is-- you See--
Observe-- the Subject-- Long and Hard
In its Whole-- Entity
Do not Trust the Eye-- Alone--
For it will Surely-- Cost--
The Eye enjoys-- the devil's Play
And is as-- Cunning-- as the Fox
He Whispers lies-- of what He Sees
Into the-- Eager-- ear
And because the ear is-- Gullible--
Do not trust-- what you Hear
The heart lives-- on Hopes and dreams
And too easily is it-- Swayed--
Seeing-- but only what it Wants
--Rose Glasses-- doomed to stay
The Logic-- brain-- looks at things Straight
And Calculates-- Precise--
But not all Answers-- can be found
By just his lone-- Advice--
From-- Tainted answers-- of the heart
And too Logical-- of Thought
From-- both Goblin-- Eye and ear
The Truth-- you Seek-- is fraught
(This poem is in the style of Emily Dickenson)