You see that print

The print of a bear

The bear on a unicycle

With an umbrella to protect

But I see a print

A print with ink

Ink that shapes

A certain species of another shell

You see that machine

A machine with brain

A brain with knowledge

Knowledge that is vast

But I see plastic

With a bit of screws

Its screen so black

The empty darkness of the space

You see that book

Filled with words

Words of wonder or

Words of despair

But I see paper

Papers bind together

Painted with black

A black book of emptiness

You see this life

As a ride on a rainbow

A path with flowers

And laughter filled air

But I see shells

Shells of nothing

A void, where voice

Echoes into the empty space