There is no truth,
There is no lie
Just a mind making up
Everything that goes by

You can shimmer,
You can shine
You can climb high
On cloud number nine

Mirrors and smoke,
Horrors and hope
Mind making up
Everything that goes by

If you don’t like the movie
Have a glass of wine
It’s mind making up
Everything that goes by

Picasso’s paintings
May make you cry
Mind making up
Everything that goes by

When we look in a mirror
There’s nobody there
Still we stop
We stop and we stare
It’s mind making up
Everything that goes by

Sean Hunt   Windermere  March 2016