Make Believe

I lose myself in make-believe A world my own, by mind conceived Where everything is turned around What was up, now is down The sun shines brightly, in the night Pretty things, give us fright Who is what and nothing matters No one lives happily, ever after From the South, cold winds blow Weather’s warm, in driving snow Leaves turn brown, in Springtime air Mothers worry, without a care A place where quiet, is obscene Being nice, is being mean To tell the truth, is all a lie Common sense, need not apply No one wants, yet many need What kind of place is this indeed Funny, how the mind wanders So many answers yet to ponder Take me back to reality Continue to drink life's "cup of tea" Join back in the "ole rat race" And wonder why I left this place ~JJR 9/17/16