Get The Picture?

Seeing is an Art like any others, In essence painting by numbers. Your perception of shapes And colours already stored. You follow the unconscious code Believing you create your own picture. Belief transfer to trash box The things you wish to hide, Like perennial ghosts reside And sit on shiny rocks And air their grief Like imps of hell Poking at the embers And stoking up mischief. They love your sense of certainty. They know you think you're right And see the true reality. But out of sight, the doubts creep In and join their little brothers, And so the game proceeds. But will your certainty recede?