By: Arc
Level: 2
And we ask ourselves;
Where are we going?
Where have we been?
What do we believe in?
Yesterday’s a memory;
You sure it existed?
It was a dream;
Could you prove me wrong?
Tomorrow is your imagination;
It would be what you want it to be;
Today is real, you sure your eyes ain’t making it up?
Somehow we believe in our sockets.
Who wrote the history books?
Could we really have been eggs and swimming tails?
Being alive is confusion;
I’m real, the world is an illusion.