The blue prints, all
In one single cell,
All outside and in
Reflection on retina,
Never stays there still,
Travels inside to see people.

I can prove this,
It would take me away and
The image shall die, even if
I don't know where it is,
But I see them,
In colors and shapes,
I lived like that,
I live like that.

As a child was amazed with kites,
Use to hold the kite and
Run on windy beach,
Never fly them, but run into
The winds.