But when I turned around, there was nothing It was just my Peripheral vision I sometimes think people are following me But it is just my peripheral vision Peripheral vision makes it seem As if there is a whole other world That you just can't fully see I wonder if ghosts and spirits and such Live there, just out of reach I am reminded of philosophy When thinking of things such as this The paradigm about the monster's nightmare That we are all just part of a dream And don't actually live in reality at all Peripheral vision makes me think Of Deja vu, things we believe we have already done Before, in this life, or another As if these things we have already done Are just outside of our mind's reach Peripheral vision taunts us Only giving us glimpses Hiding in the shadows Letting us believe that What we have seen may be real What if it is we, Who live in a peripheral world That exists on the boundaries A world that others can't fully see?
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