Am I a brain in a vat? Is this reality?
Will I get sent up or off on a technicality?
No matter how I slice it there’s no way to tell
Is this the pass to paradise or the prelude to hell?
the mind can make a palace a prison it’s said
No amount of thinking will replace your daily bread
I guess I expected you to be more shiny
I guess I thought my slice would be less tiny
What would you guess would be the outcome of this tale
no matter how bad you might think
my dreams go far beyond the pale