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.
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