Twisted Reality Where smiles frown, Where up is down, When something's lost, it's something found. A whisper is loud, On the ground is a cloud, Silence is not quiet, but is a sound. Down grow the trees, On land are the seas, Here a lock, opens the key. Right is wrong, Short is long, Here a conversation is a song. Don't bother wondering why birds don't sing, For hear reality has grown some wings, And flown off and left you to determine things.