Reality?

Reality
A funny thing
That not all believe same
 
Ghost and ghouls
Spirits and sprites
Flinting out of sight
 
Tricks of light
Plays of sight
That's all the others see
 
Closed hearts
Playing sad parts
Those who simply deny
 
Awe filled eyes
Happy cursed lives
For the few who wake
 
The worlds of wonder
Of hunted and hunter
Those are the paths of few
 
Leaving the safety
Of an ignorant thing
Called "reality"

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