Sometimes, The real world
Manages to diguise itself
In such a way
You thought you dreamt it
Imagined a score to the beats
And it made sense
And you thought that you did too
Thinking there was freedom to find
Something brand new and only yours
You put posters on the walls
It will always be
Once your bedroom
Once your boredom
But the real world
It seems stays in its place
You stare from beyond, there's no wind
Not even whispers, not a hint
The colours here are so vivid
You start to wonder
If you made it out at last
If the unendingness ran out
But the real world's always there
It crept back in and messed your hair
No matter how
Hard
You believe in what's fair
You can't escape your puppeteer
And it seems it
Just reached for you
Again
What was once true
Doesn't make sense
What was once wrong
Doesn't make sense
The real world
Never makes sense
That's how you know it is