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Reality Check
Colorful nights, rainbows at sight
I flew through a tunnel from which I never came back
Banging on the floor, the walls dissipate into sand
The mountains grew me at the top
What I see is what I write
Jaguars leading me through the night
I crawled with silence, suddenly a bomb exploded
Parrots, orchids and roots lift me to the windows of the night
The world was a painting, with a strange signature of Frida
She was the creator, I was surprised
They told me "you are crazy, it was a distorted vision"
When I woke up, many shared stories about life on earth
I told them "You are schizophrenic!"
