What if…reality is all make believe?
What if…we have no purpose at all?
What if…we have no reason to grieve?
What if…none of this is real?
What if…we live inside our own minds?
What if…our friends are only imagined?
What if…there is no sunshine to blind?
What if…none of this is real?
What if…we invent our own child’s face?
What if…our existence is non-existent?
What if…our home land just isn’t a place?
What if…none of this is real?
What if…we have not even a past?
What if…there is no future?
What if…there’s emptiness, a space so vast?
What if…none of this is real?
What if… there is no place to call Hell?
What if… there is, then, no heaven?
What if…our head is the place that we dwell?
What if…none of this is real?
What if…none of this is real?
What if…we have never been?
What if… none of this is real?
What, then, does this life mean?
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