Gravity

Born into confusion, Where infant eyes deceive, I reach to my reflection, But is it really me, I cant see the wind blow, But I can feel the breeze, Its coming through my window, Its moving all around me, And I cant see the Hand no, That pulls me to my knees, But when I meet my shadow, I see gravity, Theres comfortable illusion, To hide reality, And shame for those who believe, In things they cannot see, I cant see the wind blow, But I can feel the breeze, Its coming through my window, Its moving all around me, And I cant see the Hand no, That pulls me to my knees, But when I meet my shadow I see gravity,