Endless Enigma
If this world is my illusion
Then I don’t know, who am I
Can’t drew out a conclusion
Can’t define a truth from lie
But what if the world is yours?
Then it’s under your protection
And your headship, I suppose
Brings conceptual satisfaction
So this mess you advocate
Isn’t all subjective vision
But a forced collective fate
Under clever supervision
Sorry ‘bout a little trouble
With believing in such view
Stop pretending, burst that bubble
You don’t know more, than I do.
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