Reality?
My world is what I make of it
The world that I project
It’s sometimes magic everywhere
And sometimes just a spec
From spec to mighty universe
It’s always in my head
A universe that’s full with sprite
And other times their dead
The universe is not as real
As thoughts in mind conceive
You think that sword is made of steel
Well that’s what you believe
Let’s say it’s made of melody
Instead of molecules
If all believe conformity
And now we have new rules
The world is what we make of it
The world that we project
It’s sometimes tragic everywhere
And sometimes what the heck
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