The mountains are moulded
The rivers are poured
My hair is cut

It’s too pretty to be real
I can’t believe that it’s real
Everything that I see
Is light in my eyes
Everything that I hear
Is waves in my ears
Everything that I touch
Is electric

I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you
And I probably don’t want to
Are you even real?
How do you feel?
I’m living a life in technicolor
It’s so bright and I am taller

Reality’s distorted
It’s all imported
My senses are lying
This is so trying
Reality’s a dream
My body tells me
The bias is strong
The dream is long
But it’s still a dream

It’s too pretty to be real
I can’t believe that it’s real
Everything that I see
Everything that I hear
Everything that I touch
Electricity

But none of that exists
I have no eyes, no ears, no skin
It’s my mind
What is my mind?
Am I real?
I think not.