What if my reality
Is not your reality?
Does it matter that I dream
Or is it wrong to be free?
Who can say what's true-
Can I? Can you?
We cannot, it is beyond us
Too great for our simple minds
In complex time, we ponder;
Who, why, what and where?
My reality is kind and gentle,
But what if yours is scary?
I cannot know, though I try.
If all this fades to dust
Who cares what colour the grass is?
Gentleness becomes contempt
And we rot in the lies
The bile of a generation
As we fade out to black
And my heaven,
Is not your heaven.
Is not your reality?
Does it matter that I dream
Or is it wrong to be free?
Who can say what's true-
Can I? Can you?
We cannot, it is beyond us
Too great for our simple minds
In complex time, we ponder;
Who, why, what and where?
My reality is kind and gentle,
But what if yours is scary?
I cannot know, though I try.
If all this fades to dust
Who cares what colour the grass is?
Gentleness becomes contempt
And we rot in the lies
The bile of a generation
As we fade out to black
And my heaven,
Is not your heaven.
© Alice Daley 2013
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