If I stand upon false sand,
I must also feel lies in between my toes.
But the sun brings a warm comfort,
How could its rays be forged by a voice?
Could the breeze be a fan in the distance,
Strong enough to make the palms dance?
Could the fish be colored projections ,
On a clear blue screen that spans an ocean?
Could a cave hold a paradise?
Here reality is a coin,
And perception is truth.
-Narrator
In continuation of "Oh! In the Cave There's Comedy!".