Second hand

What is real and what is dream

Hard to tell with you it seems
What is real when all you know

Is second hand, a major blow

What is real, when all you share

Is part  of life, but, is reality there?
What is real is my mind fills in the blanks

Reducing your imperfections by many ranks
What feels real , is the friendship case

Knowing at some point, we touch base

What is real is humour and fun

Sharing  moments one by one
What is real is that lack of insight

Are the things that I share recieved right

Sometimes it it hard to understand

What you are saying, when it feels secondhand
What is real are our different lives

But thats just fine that makes us wise

What is real is our different take

On lifes problems our views on fate
What is real is the spark that we get

Talking and sharing when we’ve never met.

What is real when I all I know

Is secondhand hand a major blow
What is real is a ripple in my world.