Sometimes I wonder if the life in front of me,
if this life is really real.
I wonder if the things I touch are really what I feel.
Same goes for the food I eat,
or if I'm really walking on my own two feet.
I wonder if the music that I hear,
is really coming in through my ear.
And not just already playing on the inside of my head.
Also if the things I heard are what was really said.
Or if the laws of my universe aren't just what I've created.
Or the people I meet, not just what my mind's generated.
For all I really know,
I could be a person sitting in a chair.
In a padded room somewhere.
Forever fooled by my mind.
Forever fooled, till the end of time.