The World Inside Out

I put my hands over a freezing fire
I fall to the ground and land on a soft rock
I look up to the sky and what do i notice
A group of lilies planted into the clouds
I cannot feel the warmth with the shoes on my hands
Nor can i feel the cold with the gloves on my feet
I can see the sadness with my own ears
I can hear the crying with my own eyes
I shout with a whisper
I whisper with a shout
I am dead outside
I am beaming with life inside
Yes i am confused
What is this happening to me and why
Because the world led me to believe
That what is bad is in fact good