Believing is Perceiving

 

I hear unicorns on the roof

dancing to a polka tune
cause this is what I choose to do

In fact my senses
are that pliable
and subjectively selective

I am master of the narrative

Pain and pleasure
are disposable
interchangeable perceptions
to fit the needs
of any given moment

Delusion is the ultimate happiness

I hear dragons

cavorting in the basement

Why not?