THE DRESS

We’ve long known our reality,
Hinges on whether we agree,
That what we see is what we see,
Our world’s created mutually,
Assured acts of joint creation,
Helped us build civilization,
Though often I’ve had the sensation,
We’d lose our sense of calibration,
That one day we’d end our progress,
Things would unravel more or less,
But I did not know, I must confess,
It’d come down to the colour of an ugly dress!