There is the window of life.
We see many things through it.
Inalterable truths and unreal facts.

Fiction and lie can be seen, vicious circle.
Emotional nuances.
To suppose without certainty, only for vague ideas.

Raise your finger and point.
By signs of uncertain signals.
Conjectures that hinder the path.

Clarity and precision, you don't see in them.
The imagination sets the stage.
Walk on the tightrope of sanity.

From below look at the cizaña,
begs for it to fall.
The conclusion arrives, wanting to participate.

In a case like this,
Says the council;
It's better
wait and see everything with

clarity.

It may happen, that you have to point at yourself,   with the same finger that you point at.