Faces, I see them everywhere,
Even when they are not there.
The floors are filled with them,
The walls are covered in faces.
The dog’s face presents to me
As does cat, cows, and crows
People walking by with faces
But no one looks for my face
My face, it does not matter
Perhaps I am their flooring
Maybe I am the rough wall
Could it be – I do not exist?
No, that cannot be that at all.
Faces, I see them everywhere,
Even when they are not there,
Including your more than one.
Amazing thoughts. Some say the world is no more than a hologram…
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