Apparitions'

If we are face to face with apparitions' Is it real or am I, the one, who's false Sees we are never truly who we are If the apparition should be not really true And we feel a loss to believe it's real Aren't we then also its equal mirror? Whose face reflects a convoluted light? Truth be told ladies this, this nothing What's all-light when seen in passing? By our lowly shadows who're always Crisscrossing one another: but who' Asks the question what path they're on' Here on' realities ladder looks the same Standing together whose is whose How odd an apparition is how strange' Their shadows should not oil' with our own