It's not my arrogance
It's real
It's fair
To hear and laugh
The worst of follies
The haughty folly
Nihilism
Skepticism
It's too easy to be a skeptic
Ignore the speckles of light
To oversimplify
To generalize
The disease of real fools
The only fools there is.
Make it all dark
Believe it all dark
Yet it's impossible
It's nauseating
It's artificial
It's impossible
To not see
To take it as delusion
Dear happiness
Dear joy
Dear love
Not a delusion of reality
But reality itself
The purest and goldest
These freckle of reality
The realest of them
The clearest of them
Whichever all stars and toys are seen.