Imagination. Keo had this in abundance. An abstract expression of it.
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Chapter 7 ▲ Reality
(Verse)
The suspension of realness, is something I've had to deal with,
Since I was ignoring other children.
Imagining fire-breathing dragons in place of picket fences.
See... I can never see what real is.
View, fictional. Imaginary friends, teachers, janitor and principal.
Educate me. Indeed, it's all integral.
Gotta learn to picture the picturesque pickings of his minstrel show.
New idea. Now, they bask in the mental glow. Head in Phys Ed. Let's get physical!
Mama there's no drama. I ain't acting out.
There's just a lot of thoughts in my head that I’m acting out.
Left-brain taking up for what I lack in stout. To clear it up, go the proactive route...
My clarity barely verifies what you all so verily can stare and see.
A box that looks a little off, to you, is like a fucking fair for me.
Vision, suspended in the dimensions of fiction.
Physics are twisted. Picturing Charlotte grinding with no evidence of friction.
They say I never listen. Eyes glisten as I stare off in the distance... What is this?
A flower? Or a danger hydrangea!? That with one whiff could revert the world to mania!
A tour or a family of spies? That's checking out their options cause their tired of the lives….
Surprise! Those aren't cleaning supplies.
They’re enchanted rides that witches use to fly through the skies.
And this outfit is decked out with hedgehog abolishments, made by Dr. Robotnik.
So many possibilities, why bother with reality?
Embrace abnormality, disorganize your insanity...
