delusion

You'll never see what I see,

The world different in my eyes,

My vision impaired to my own reality.

But what defines reality?

To be real,

Something must be

In a state or quality

Of having existence

Or substance.

Is it only because I see them?

That something won't be real

Until the world catches a glimpse?

If I ventured out

Into the furthest reaches of the universe

Where man no longer rules

The realm beyond our knowledge

Where man can't even dream of

Is that false in reality?

Imagination is the rival

Of that which is real

Yet our perception is built

From the dreams

Of our ancestors

Reality cannot be confined

By a definition built by humanity

For everything is a concept

An attempt to be correct

Agreed by the masses

My hallucinations

May rest in my head

But all that you see

All that you think you know

Was once, too,

A hallucination.

A dream, an idea.

Existence.

Reality.