Just a thought I had for awhile.
Sensations, that's what you all are
but I, I am the sensor.
The body's gateway to the world
Can be warped by a jester, of sorts.
To bend and blend the things coming in.
So that all you can sense is nonsense.
Jokes, you all are!
Vain, I am.
But what if you're not real?
Heck, what if I'm not real?
But I know one thing,
because you and I
us and them,
are so beautiful,
That we must be true.