Real.

When we see things, we perceive them to be real,
Not only on the reel, but even a nice looking meal,
But how often do we look up at the stars at night,
So busy are we, in the chains of success we are tied too tight,
How much money is enough, how much of it is less,
A fascination of this paper lands many in a mess,
How about if everything is not the need that you want, but of society,
You think freedom is your right, but the words spoken are taken too lightly,
So, again what is real and what is its reality,
Death yes, indeed the truth, but no one says if or not its the end of the journey,
To others my thoughts are imaginary,
But to me,  they make me feel alive not stationary,

My mind is full of thoughts, some can be made real, some better stay virtual.