Real
This is the universe,
and the world is my observatory.
What is real
is real to me,
so how can it be real to you
if we all see what is real,
but it is only real
because we SAY it is...
...And I'm not you,
and you're not ME,
and we all see things -
albiet maybe infinitessimally -
dif'rently?
Go figure...
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