Reality

the question sits heavy on my soul

I see the rudimentary colors

but, I can't seem to let them go

pink, and green, and turquoise

jasmine, salmon, red

is this sporadic spectrum

just something in my head?

can you see the explanation, 

even without the price?

the renewed information, 

just doesn't feel as nice 

 

perhaps if we remember

that forgetting's just as well

we can stay swathed in these colors

where light and dark can't tell 

 

a master piece of music

a synopsis of art 

do you see the meaning?

can you tell the two apart?

oh, tell me tell me

nothing

I prefer to feel the sound 

let my imagination run wild

fill in the grey around 

make me make me smile

I know its all a dream

but, really what's reality 

if not what we choose

to see