What if

The sky is blue, 

The trees are green,

But is any of it real?

Sometimes we feel blue,

Sometimes we want to scream

But will anyone know how we feel?

What is true,

What is being,

Is it now all about paying the bill?

Can happiness finally come through,

If we set foot upon the ring,

Will our worries be gone forever if we aim for a cold-blooded kill?

And what could we do,

If suddenly the trees were blue,

the sky was green,

And it really wasn’t real at all.

Reviews

[Quill]

all we would be able to do is adapt to whatever situation we find in the world