Who are we to say

What is and what isn’t

In a world so strange

With brains the size of a pissant

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We build in our minds

All manner of delusions

And then huddle into groups

To cement these illusions

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But what do we really know

About this whole production

About birth, life and death

About reality’s construction

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I’m not sure about you

But I never received any instruction

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Now some look to the surface

And find comfort in what’s been shown

Not realising we are merely fish in water

And that water is all we’ve ever known

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How many levels does it transcend

How deep does this thing go

Is it dangerous to ask

Perhaps we’ll never know

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So I say we row row row our boats

Gently down these streams

And merrily merrily merrily traverse

through this concert made of dreams

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And just do our best to remember

That not all is as it seems.