Fabrications

When everything around you
Seems satisfying and serene
You might be dreaming with open eyes
Reality cruising alongside
Invisibly

If it’s pitch dark
And terrifying
You might have rightly
Closed your eyes

If it’s agonisingly harsh
You might be an empath
Suffering your boons

And if it is unbearably bright
Well,
It could be a mushroom cloud
Waiting to vaporise
Existence