Some say I am lost in a dream,
in a world that does not exist.
But they are wrong. It does exist.
In the deep forests, the vast lakes,
the sparkle of the sea,
the blossoming of a wildflower.
They sit in their glass and steel offices
and laugh at me, calling me a child.
But one day, when life forces them to see,
really see through their eternal eyes
and not the cultured mind,
they will not laugh any longer.
For I believe that a world that matches the soul
is not a dream, but the real world.
The world that was always meant to thrive
before humanity learned to close their eyes
and call reality a dream.