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,