Reality

If blue was green

And black was white,

Would the world be upside down and nothing be right,

Or would we still be able to breathe,

 And we could still see the trees,

 For I am not but a bee,

 And I don't mean to sting,

 You frightened me so I defended my own,

 You took all the honey that I made at home,

 You say I’m the monster because I just live my life,

 But wouldn’t you be one too if you cut with a knife,

These plain and simple things are not what they appear,

So remember to always hold everything so dear,

For one day it may be gone in the blink of an eye,

And all there’s left to do is sit down and cry