You can’t begin to perceive
How high above the sky is
Or count the particles cloutless
In a cloudless atmosphere
Are they really there?
Have you felt a cloud?
Have you ever touched a mountain
And known it to be?
Are the stars vast projections?
Is the world we stand on real?
We all have our own stories, don’t we?
What a shame reality is different than truth
What you perceive, you can’t be sure you do
What a crime that people even made up time