Guy in Cave Guy Outside

I see! I see!
The shadows move.
How amazing! How amazing!
There’s shimmering blue liquid. A great ball of fire in the sky, and beautiful soft green fabric.
What is this? What is this?
They move and do actions.
There’s another it looks as if.
It’s running! its running!
But it doesn’t look like me.
It has hair all over it, and
Moves as fast as the air.
Where did it go? Where did it go?
The shadows are gone .
Now all I see is light.
Surrounded by darkness. Surrounded by darkness,
I am no longer.
Now I see the truth. Now I see the truth.
The shadows are reality.
They must be gods.
I’ve been shown reality. I’ve been shown reality.
Knowledge is ignorance.
Ignorance is bliss.
Truth. Truth.
Now I know all.
Reality . Reality,
Now I know nothing.

Do a poem about a guy in the cave and a guy outside of the cave. And how they view life. Talk about his reality is his own and he wishes to be left to his false reality. For the guy outside of the cave talk about how life is and how wonderful it can be and its infinite possiblities for bliss and tranquility.

Inside Cave Outside Cave
Wow Wow
how can this be there goes another shadow
what could it be this time

Every person in this endless space of darkness has a presence of light, as do the stars that hang above us on that black blanket of nothing. But her presence of light shines with celestial beauty, like a white rose in a thorn bush, dripping with morning dew. Rain of diamonds fall from the sky as her tears fall from her lovely brown eyes. And her hair is golden like the strings of that bind us together. All together it forms the body of a heavenly figure, with a face as beautiful as a white rose, and a personality with unimaginable kindness.

During the day, I pause and ponder, peering into my fragile thoughts and wonder:
Being dark as night it is hard to fight what may not be right. And my tears are only my fears of what may be rejection, but still, I hope for her affection. And out of all the beauties in the world, a white rose is the only thing to capture my undying love for her.

During the night I live in my thoughts, words, worries, and accomplishments, but still they mix into nothing:
Being together tears my words into nothing but blundering stupidity. And then I worry, of what I should have said, what I shouldn’t have, and what would become of it. But something happens; for just on smell of her hair, for one look into her eyes, for just one kiss of her mouth, I would give an eternity to not have at all. Which would leave me to dream, hope and regret of what I had lost.