What is real?
What I can touch?
What I can see?
The radio waves of a snoring man.
What is real?
What I can I trust,
And who can I trust?
My whole existence in a shoebox
A man is only what he knows
A man is only what he believes
The 5 senses, the 5 sensations
The law of 5 and a spoon of inspiration
But man is but a dreaming child
The wild desires are running wild
To become this and to become that
Orchestra a play so blind, be the mouse or be the rat
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