My home is full of dreamers
Where we think in terms of Brownies and Sprites
And we climb mountains on graph paper
My world of full of realists
Where we think in terms of money and education
And we solve problems on graph paper
My days are spent writing essays about morality
Where I have to convince someone else of my opinion
And failing means rewriting
My nights are spent fighting sword battles
Where I have to defeat someone else
And failing means I lose a life
With my dreamers I go on adventures
To find the chest of gold
Or to slay the evil villain
With my realists I conduct experiments
To find the molar mass of “acid f”
Or to learn about reactions
My life is full of dreams
And of realist ideals
But I live two separate lives
And do not know which is real