I sat upon the brink
Of things that are real
And things that are not
So very strange to think
The colors of what we feel
Are but one’s innermost thoughts
Whe are we here?
From where did we come?
It seems pretty funny from my point of view
All of the notions thrown askew
Do you remember what I once asked you?
“If you are so different, why are we the same?”
Beauty is in the lies of the beholder
Maybe we’ll know the truth
when we’re older
I sat next to what I think
I am the one that’s real
I can tell what’s not
So very strange to think
Physical things are tangible
As with my innermost thoughts