The Surreal

In the world of dreams and wonder,

Where reality takes a step asunder,

The surreal reigns supreme,

And the impossible becomes a theme.

Colors shift and morph at will,

A sight that defies all skill.

The sky may be pink, the trees may be blue,

In this world, anything is true.

Faces may change and features may blend,

As time and space begin to bend.

The rules of the world do not apply,

As we explore the depths of the surreal sky.

The surreal is a canvas of imagination,

A playground for the soul's creation.

Where the limits of the mind are free,

And creativity is the only decree.

In this world, we can be what we please,

Letting our hearts and minds run with ease.

Our dreams and desires come to life,

In a world that knows no strife.

The surreal is a place of magic,

Where reality becomes quite tragic.

A place where beauty and darkness unite,

And the unknown is a wondrous sight.

Let us embrace the surreal with open arms,

And let our spirits spread their charms.

For in this world of wonder and light,

We can be the dreamers of our own delight.

The surreal, a world beyond our grasp,

A place where reality becomes unclasped.

It's a place where the mind can run wild,

And the impossible becomes reconciled.

It's a world of art and absurdity,

A place of fantasy and peculiarity.

The surreal is a paradoxical scene,

Where things are not quite as they seem.

The sky may be green and the grass blue,

In the surreal, everything is askew.

The laws of physics don't quite apply,

And the world is a canvas for the eye.

Shapes and colors twist and distort,

In the surreal, they take on new sport.

The mundane becomes something new,

A surrealist's dream come true.

The surreal is a place of introspection,

A realm of unbridled reflection.

It's a place where the mind can roam free,

And the imagination can take flight with glee.

In the surreal, the ordinary becomes strange,

And the unknown can seem less deranged.

It's a place where anything can happen,

And the improbable can become quite apten.

The surreal is a world beyond compare,

A place where the mind can truly dare.

So embrace the surreal and let it take hold,

For in its wonders lies an untold gold.

Oh surreal, a realm beyond compare,

A place of wonders and dreams to ensnare.

The mind can run wild in this world so bizarre,

Where imagination reigns as the bright star.

Colors shift and blend in surreal design,

As the mind's eye captures visions divine.

The sky may be orange, the trees may be red,

In the surreal, nothing is as we've read.

The surreal is a world where the unknown reigns,

Where the impossible becomes boundless planes.

It's a place where reality takes a step aside,

And the mind can run free, with nothing to hide.

Shapes and forms twist and turn with ease,

As the surreal allows them to seize.

It's a world of art and absurdity,

Where everything's possible, with no validity.

The surreal is a place of introspection,

Where the mind can reflect with no objection.

It's a world where we can question our reality,

And ponder on the mysteries of life's vitality.

In the surreal, the ordinary becomes sublime,

And the impossible becomes a feasible climb.

It's a place where we can break free of the norm,

And explore the depths of our mind's reform.

Oh surreal, a place where we can be free,

A realm of endless possibilities for us to see.

Let us embrace this world of surrealist wonder,

And let our minds be open to its endless thunder.

For in the surreal lies a world of beauty and grace,

Where reality takes on a new shining face.

Let us revel in its boundless charm,

And let the surreal take us in its arm.