If I told you you've been cought, in a never-ending dream.
That life and all its particles, are not a segment of what they seem.
If I told you what you thought today, or what you thought last night.
Or what you thought you could become, and what, alas - you might.
If I told you all these words and thoughts, if I told you they're not
real
If I told you real itself is vain, as is this life, the life you feel.
What would you then, make of me, this crazy selfish man?
The man that has no life himself, but never will, and thats his plan.
Would you turn away in nothingness, would you nod your head in shame?
Would you ignore me and my wicked thoughts, of whom societys to blame?
Would you ask me, sitting there, how I stumbled upon all this?
Would you turn the other way and laugh, as you fall into your bliss?
Would you simply ponder, all my words, my sentence, maybe two.
And wonder how could a stranger, fall upon what is so true.
But, not knowing how to take it, live the life you know.
And wonder, every day you live, where the homeless man shall go.
As you ponder, what I said, I ponder what you'll do.
I ponder what you'll think, my friend, now that you know the truth
 
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