Is This Real

It's like I'm riding a ferris wheel and all I can see is the reds, blues and yellows in the sky with the wind blowing in my hair and a smile on my face that smells like cotton candy with a warm bread smell in the air welcoming me home to a soft warm pillow that bites my cheek and tells me "you're such a fool." I tell myself "I'm not a fool." Tell me this is comfort, tell me this is home. I've lost myself to a dream that only a song could sing, only a painting could picture and only a dream could imagine.