a prison of the heart

in shape or form the art's all in the eye
to make the sight deceive or apprehend
in ways that although we can comprehend
make common sense amount to a plain lie
the reason's that we want the mind to fly
beyond what would be the normal trend
the boundaries of thought it must transcend
and make our hearts in purest rapture cry
those who won't hear must learn to feel
the blind must be brought at last to see
what we can make is better that we are
to bring the senses all at once to heel
we'll need the truest maker to decree
and bring to us what once was kept afar