What we see

Did you notice? My precious?
There's always something in front of us,
But do you know?
We always see things coming from our own mind,
We are just slaves to our mind,
We are nothing compared to what's inside.

But now do you see?
We see things together yet so distance,
We hear things yet encode only to yours truly,
We touch things and laughed at things we came out,
But in the end, we share the same things.

I don't know why it came to you,
I don't understand why you use it to judge me,
But I will see it through like I always do,
Because I am always there, reaching my hands to the far side.
I screamed out, pity it is not,
But there will be no response, because there's nobody there.
I'm standing on a cliff, stretching my hand to the empty sea.

How I remember the sea was black, can you see?
How I remember the land was dry, can you decrypt?
Maybe yes, because we see the same things.
But do you know sea is ever changing?
Do you know the land is flourished?
Probably, because our minds make us Hume.