What’s real?

What’s not?

It’s difficult to tell

When everything you see

Is created and perceived

By your own mind

By your conscious reality

What you think and believe

Can be a lot different to me

We can both see the same colour

But about the hue we disagree

We both can view the same happening

Yet both have different views on what we’ve seen

So what’s real?

What’s not?

It’s difficult to know

Most thing may only exist

When they’re actually seen

But when they’re not

Do they then cease to be

It’s our unique mind

That forms the images we see

Like is there any sound in a forest

When there is the falling of a tree

Because sound is an audio thing created by our mind

Outside of this is the world quiet all the time

Is it just out brain adding sounds to our life

Like the soundtrack of a movie

You hear running behind

Take away the music

The movie is not so sublime

It adds to the tension

To the excitement and to the story

It can regale what we’re viewing

In sadness or glory

What’s real?

What’s not?

It’s difficult to know

Our lives are our own story

So let’s put on a show.