every thing you see

every thing you see


Not everything you see
Is what you think of it
To be,
Most of what you see
Is what you think of it
Not to be
The outside may be morning,
But the inside is twilight
The shining of the sun
Those not mean that the
Moon is dead,
The world may be good
But the good of it is bad,
The more they hail thou,
The closer thou are to perish
Shuaib Ameen