Delusion by Possum Everything is perfect in this little world of mine, Situated deep within my much decrepit mind. I stop to smell the posies, imaginning they're roses, And feel all my pain fading away, just to pass the time. No hate, no drugs--no violent, bloody acts. With all these worldly dangers gone, my worries can relax. Watching the evergreen woods, and all of their natural goods, And seeing fear become unclear, sorting out the facts. Joy and bliss fill up my heart; happiness fills my thoughts. The crazy world I knew before peacefully, wonderously rots. No more searing pain, or fire in the rain, And happy to find the hull of my minnd covered and colored in spots. Beautiful; here, on the limb of a tree, a dragonfly sits to rest. Convinced, I am, by the rainbow-esque colors, that this new world is the best. Absorbed by magnificent sights, devoid of the wars and the fights, The world becomes fast, so happy at last, living an undying quest. Yes; everything is perfect in the little world of bliss, Without the violent bloodshed, or fighting of the fist. Unwillingness to mope is a shining ray of hope; The only thing depressing is this world does not exist. ...Everything is perfect...in this little world of mine.