Reality

What is real, what truly is

And who set the defining basis

Why can't there be beyond my sight

Why can't my other senses declare what is finite

What if we're missing out with our boarded up minds

What harm does the storm of original thought leave behind

What if we're missing out on the extraordinary

Declaring things simply aren't possible beyond the ordinary

What if creatures in our presence loom

What if there's beauty beyond that of flower bloom

What if they're screaming out I exist

And we never know they're in our midst

What if the world we know is intertwined with others

But their existence our concrete minds smother

If we opened our mind beyond what we "know" is real

Maybe incredible things we could not only see but hear, smell, and feel

What if reality is just a big joke

What if we all knew amounts to wind swept smoke

What if what we see isn't actually real at all

What if our main sense of dependence is our biggest flaw

What if other dimensions wound with ours are watching us stumble through time

And because we rely on sight we are thus blind

We once "knew" the earth wasn't round

But with new sight different truth was found

So what if we're bumbling in darkness still

Hindered by what we define as real

What if others look upon our set patterns of thought and shake their head

Because by blind the blind is lead

And what if what we "know" as knowledge is wrong

And what if everything we knew so far  was far off all along

Why are people crazy when they aspire to think differently

Then when they are right praised to enormous degree

So if thinking in madness brings what is truly reality

 there are obviously no limits on actuality

There is not a fine line between genius and madness in the end

For clearly there is no difference at all my friend