The world around me appears so real, my senses report
When I stub my toe against a chair, reality gains support
Eyes see a brilliant flash of color as an aerial arc
When rain filled cumulus is sliced by sun's bright spark
Evidence has accumulated over the years to convince me
That a real world exists outside which is hard to flee
Life is spent in being flexible to meet its transcience
At a great cost of purpose, almost losing its permanence
But that proof is becoming harder to believe as I age
As the acts keep unfolding on life's tottering stage
I am beginning to see the world as mind's fluid extent
Shifting and changing with every thought filled instant
I lose the world now for indeterminate moments of time
When the material folds into stealthy nocturnal chime
And the final proof quietly awaits at the end of eternity
When a brilliant light shall engulf my frail mortality
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