The (Sur)real Sphere

I remain in wicked sphere called realism

You delight in dreamland you control

I'm tainted by mundane algorithm

You're free to paint your realm with colorful glows



I'm deceived by sinful smiley faces

You immerse in merry party with dolls

Real people sing requiem with feastful senses

Yet dreamt people do things by giving all



My heart's in your world though body is here

Soul turns naive as screams change to rainbow signs

Cheery song start, and I dance in this sphere

With true happiness shown in my eyes



Again, the songs stop and so does my bliss

Falling to real, I wait for next dreaming mist