What is reality?
Is it something we live,
Or something we dream?
Is it black and white?
Or full of grays?
How do we know that this is REALITY?
My reality is full of color.
Blues, greens,yellows and red.
Where butterflies sing,
And honeybee's hum sweet melodies.
Rainbows are our only rain.
There is no sadness, only joy.
No worries or cares.
We are free to dance and sing.
Free to be who you want to be.
Is this not a wonderful place?
My reality.
Would you like to join me?
There, way beyond sea.
Just close your eyes and count.
One...Two...Three
And soon you'll see me,
Way upon a hill
In what I like to call
My Reality.