WHAT IF I WEREN'T MADE FOR REALITY?

What if I weren't made for reality?

What if I were made of colourful sparks,

If my bones were roots,

If my blood was ink?

What if feathers grew from my fingertips...

If you couldn't graze me

Like you do others,

If I slipped away when you hold me

'cause I'm a thin mist...

What if I exploded like the brightest lights

When you tried to kiss me?

If you couldn’t love me

Like they taught you to

Would you find a new way?

What if I weren’t made for reality?

What if I weren’t real?

Would you disappear with me?

Would you become an idea?

Would you let your skin become the ocean,

Your eyes get lost between

The flowers of a green field?

Would you burn for me?

Would you sacrifice the life you have now

To become a hurricane?

Would you learn not to be real too?