If you’ve read my last poem, Boundless mind, this might make more sense to you.
As the mind is boundless,
And anything can become real,
Where do we draw the line between fantasy and reality?
Things that exists in one person’s head might be fantasy to another
But sometimes, fantasy becomes reality
When enough people believe in it.
Reality today is what we can see, touch and smell
And most of all, measure.
Yet, things cease to exist when we no longer believe it,
no longer fear it,
No longer feel it.