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[death_by_train]

How does it always seem,
that what is real is not.
And reality is just a dream,
and life is just a thought.
And no one really knows what's what,
except for when it is.

Never caring or comparing,
the truth against the bliss.
Who decides what's up or down,
or what "blah" really is.
Or how a switch turns on and off,

I guess nothings what it seems.
But if it was what we think it is,
it'd never be the same.

Because everyone sees different things,
no one thing has one name.
What if we were all wrong,
but in our own wrong way.

And time was really standing still,
and dark was really day.
And no one ever saw themselves,
they saw jello in their place.

Or dogs really rule the world,
and humans float in space.
We'll never know just how it works,
because what's work really tell.

How one thing just does one thing,
and doesn't do it well.
And if it did do it well,
we'd never know what it does.
Because anything is everything,
and the world could never tell