Impossible is nothing
When in hallucination you dwell.
Where the sky is purple polka dots
And angels live in hell.
Eagles talk and human beings
Flap their arms to fly.
No mystery of how we came to be
And no reason to ask why.
Where no one dies
And there's no suffering to lament.
No need for gods or rituals
With which sinners must repent.
Impossible is something though
When in reality you reside.
And maybe as with many things
Impossibility is better accepted than denied.