The Theory Poem by Frederick McGettrick

Everything you see is just a perception,
the world around you is your mind's deception.
Your idea of hot could be someone's cold,
one man's meek is another's bold.
Everything that exists only exists in your head,
if it's not a conception it might as well be dead.
If you slit your wrists you mind feels pain,
but if you percieved it differently, it's just a stain.
What is reality if not a thought and a conception
but is not a dream an obvious exception?
So why can't we alter our thoughts and our understanding,
without our eyes and our ears constantly reprimanding?
Life is a puzzle, and I've found the answer
door knobs are light bulbs and fishes are cancer.
my feet live in Asia, and my right hand in Europe
my mathbook craves gummy bears and my horse ate its stirrup
the chalk ate the whole pudding and marshmallows are money
you wear hats like chairs and Seinfeld's not funny
Blenders tell time and the moon's made of cheese
tomatoes are blue and soap grows on trees
books read people and we walk on the walls
hummers save gas and the thesaurus enthralls
see the world as a dream, you need only see it
no one can tell you you can't, you need only be it.