perceptions of reality

I lay on my lawn to see the clear night sky.
My brother Pablo shows me the drug that sends me so very high.
As my senses start to tingle and fry.
My dear friend asks me what is my reality I want to know why.
I stop for a minute and ponder so hard.
I say I'm confused unamused at what the world I see through my eyes.
Pablo pulls off his glasses and let's out a sigh.
You see my brother your reality will be completely different to mine.
He sees the pain that I hide with my high.
Knows the feeling of running from reality.
Away from any normality .
And says that there is nothing normal about this scumbag society.
They put in your head a standard way to live.
You must get a job have kids must never take but only give.
They form the law around there eyes.
There perceptions or reality and must follow like a sheep until we all die.
I am different kind of man and the way I live.
Because of that they take us away we sit and wait for the sentence the judge will give.
You see my brother he says with a smile you will find you view just be patient and think for a while.
You drive around to make money off this drug.
They stop to stare like your a ruthless thug.
Little do they know the ready why.
We do it for food rent and to get a little fried.
So as I end my perception and think to myself.
This is my world and I see it through only my eyes.