Reality - the Myth
There is a place where secrets can be found,
a magic place that lies beyond the door.
Behind the door is where my dreams abound.
It always has and will for evermore,
be where the clocks of time are tightly wound.
So come with me, together we’ll explore,
the door that opens when we close our eyes;
as it reveals the things that mesmerize.
Just take my hand, I’m sure that you’ll agree,
that in this land of rational dismay,
you’ll find a comfort in absurdity,
as toadstools talk while dancing in ballet.
As we confer with mallards in a tree
the aardvarks tell us of their busy day.
The colors, sounds and music fill our mind,
in a symphony truncated and combined.
Complexity lies in simplicity,
as you converse with flowers singing hymns
and you may find a certain harmony,
with fallen leaves that speak in acronyms.
Just close your eyes; they are the only key,
to freedom ‘neath weeping willows limbs.
Relax and take the journey through your dreams,
reality is never what it seems.
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