Wonderlands

I don’t live in reality
reality is a group of likes, a common sense
I live outside of that, surreal

Speaks truth, aware of lies
Two different sets of eyes
I’m a painter and my colors blend
I take the white with the black please
Grey matter, mad hatter
Don’t matter
I’ll still climb the ladder

In my own world
of my own kind
I ask you that you visit
but not to stay
create your own world
so that I might visit yours one day