Reality itself is like a dream
Where people die at random. some unseen
People flout the rules while others scheme
In ancient times,what did an omen mean?
A God enraged,his people sinned,unclean
Reality itself seems like a dream
Social life and conversation ruined
My words fell backwards, into trash were heaved
People flout the rules while others scheme
Still, we have the sun,oh glorious beams
And in a coup d’etat remainers leave
Reality,a huge collective dream
United by the wish to help, streets form new teams
Love is shown, regardless, I believe
Some people like the rules while others scheme
As the world’s own web in silence weaves
Stay at home , give aid to those who grieve
Reality ,a universal dream
Love keeps the rules, but death’s still on the scene
