Reality is what we see each day.
Reality is both in our work and play.
Reality is in both what we’ve lost
And that for which we’d pay any cost.
Or is reality in none of the above?
Reality is not in what we can see.
Reality is in what we do not yet know
Reality is allusive to you, but no longer to me.
Reality is not in health or sickness,
But rather in our individual death.
If reality were truly in life,
How could it change in a single breath?