My World
My world is beautiful -- serene.
It's exactly as it seems.
By and by, it's been a product of my dreams.
My world is sculpted by my thought,
Refined by what I'm taught.
Through my Sense, I know what's real and what is not.
Imagine me a fool for my perception,
for my conception,
for my direction.
Pretend yourself a tool for my dissection,
at your discretion,
by your direction.
My world is simple and precise --
What lies before my eyes.
It all reflects what I decide.
My world is a speck upon the line.
It's a moment trapped in time.
But it's mine and still a product of my mind.
It's exactly as it seems.
By and by, it's been a product of my dreams.
My world is sculpted by my thought,
Refined by what I'm taught.
Through my Sense, I know what's real and what is not.
Imagine me a fool for my perception,
for my conception,
for my direction.
Pretend yourself a tool for my dissection,
at your discretion,
by your direction.
My world is simple and precise --
What lies before my eyes.
It all reflects what I decide.
My world is a speck upon the line.
It's a moment trapped in time.
But it's mine and still a product of my mind.