The illusion of being only a part of what you are, like the moon, you see me but not the whole of me. He goes in circles like clockwork, a definite path, ever predictable Unlike him, I am not the illusion of all the contours your eyes perceive, Mind alters everything we sense in a way only mind knows, take the leash into your hands as I have mine, for I reserve the right to show my depths No one can see me unless I choose to show