It's still the great big world out there,
and with this new light glittering in my eyes,
I can see that life actually does make sense.
(No matter what they say)

Reasoning the universe.
It isn't an oxymoron
when there's a hand
moving the pieces on the board.

And just because a rainbow
has been broken into pieces of science,
doesn't mean droplets and sunshine aren't miracles.

Memory surfing,
Flipping through old dreams.
My backyard is an adventure,
I get excited over dessert,
magic grows in green
four leafed clovers.

So it is the real life,
the real things
I'll stick to.
And it doesn't have to be concrete.