Perception

When I look into the future I see the songs of an angels passion.

When I look into the future
I see the songs of an angel's passion.
Born from a dream world and crafted
By the desires of an empty heart.
Can a reality created from such
Arbitrary imagination
Truly exist?

When I look into the past
I remember screams of a demons hatred.
Born from a nightmare world and crafted
By fears of the unknown.
Did a reality created from such
Perpetual torment
Truly exist?

As I sit here now with
Images flowing from a twisted mind.
Born from deep emotions and crafted
By my perception of reality.
I find it hard to believe why, right now,
Truly;
I am Happy.