Reality
What is it?
Is it simply what I can see
That is the case when you're a baby
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No object permanence
Out of sight out of mind
Cover your face and now you're gone
Uncover and I'm surprised
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Reality is merely perception
The colors I see aren't the same as you
Pineapple on pizza is amazing to me
But I promise someone else will say "Eww!"
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Reality
What is it?
There's no real way to say
What's real to me might not be to you
And I don't think that will ever change
I think in my 34 years of life I have learned very little. But one thing I know is that two people can look at the exact same thing and tell you it's two different things. Our reality is consistently subjective, able to change in a flash. So the next time you disagree with someone over something, stop, take a breath, and pause to think about that. I hope that you enjoyed this rambling. If you did then please heart, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. Till next time.
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Josephine Mason
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