What is it that makes us real
Who's to say you're not just a figment of my imagination
Secretly gliding along through our lives are just projections of who we want to be and what we would want out of life
Colors and scents twirled into a masterpiece as you take in a breath and open your eyes
Not second guessing your own reality
Not questioning your existence
thinking that's how it's supposed to be
Living in sweet ignorant bliss of what's real or not
We see what we choose from the back of our minds convincing ourselves that our reality is out of our hands
The reality of reality is that we are in control and can be the beautiful masterpiece of our own