Fool’s gold is precious
The deception hides hope underneath
Veins of happiness running through
Sands of indifference
Who’s to say this is not real?
Reality is complicated
Every day a new puzzle to unravel
Dolls within dolls, doors within doors
Secrets within secrets within hearts
Who’s to say this is the truth?
Your mind is tabula rasa;
And somewhere within I wait, brush in hand
To create landscapes of memory
For you to make your way through
And who’s to say this is dreaming?