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I’m asleep, therefore nothing exists.
Just my mind and a hangover from last night being pissed
Existence is only evident from the point I open my eyes
And the pain I feel from the knife in the back and the remembrance of my lies.

Nevertheless, from the point I am aware on my surroundings
Time starts and existence is hand in hand and evident from my wife’s snore soundings
The room is hear from what my mind allows me to apprehend
But existence so far is limited to the room and does not transcend

I walk to the door and pause for a while
A thought crosses my mind and makes me smile
May be existence is what I want it to be
So I thought of a mansion full of beautiful women this is what I wanted to see

Open the bedroom door and, DAM! same old house and what is more
I can still hear the old bag snoring behind the door
Uh! My mind is familiar with this picture and I cannot change 
Or it would cause a rift in the time continuum so existence we cannot rearrange

I get ready for work and off I drive
After a stiff coffee I feel alive
Yes! Yes! Now non existence comes in to play
House and the wife don’t exist but a familiar travel path to work in a new day.

So I get to work and everything I left behind does not exist
But something makes me clench my fist
The nonexistent wife is calling me on the phone
This is the rift in time reminding me that there is a wife and a home

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