All That Is Real

Poetry in motion, words make the picture Mix soul in writt potions, potent concoctions. Let the brave stand in the way of this freight Let it smash into your being You need not be afraid Only the cowardly fear truth, bright as headlights A sign that my potions is pure, pure enough for our consumption My potions is true, my potions is truth And life is long sleep, lies cover your eyes peel away the sheets ''Reality'' is a fleeting illusion, all that's real is me And you. If not then we are but self-imprisoned.