IMPOSSIBLE OBJECT

CHORUS
Can you see me from all angles?
Do I always seem quite real?
Am I an impossible object
Or is it just the way I feel?

Crazy cubes and bent triangles
Triumphs of the puzzle shaper
Tease the eye and taunt the reason
But they only work on paper.
If you want to be accepted
As a thing with three dimensions
You must conform to the standard
You must follow all conventions.
CHORUS

Walk around the bent triangle
See it become open-ended
Just a trick of light and shadow
What's not real can not be mended
Wonder how it ever fooled you
Now that the illusion's shattered
Wonder why it seemed so solid
Wonder why you thought it mattered.
CHORUS

Since I don't conform to standards
And I keep getting into tangles
Should I be consigned to limbo
Along with all the bent triangles?
Or is there another viewpoint
Between the madman and the mystic,
One from which my fractures vanish,
One from which I look realistic?

CHORUS II
Can you see me from this angle?
Does it make me seem quite real?
Can I be a possible object
And will it change the way I feel?