Imagine you, you are in love with me? Tis but imagination, my good friend Nothing further from act’ual truth could be — Pursuit would see attraction’s endless end…
Imagine you, you are in love with me? Tis but imagination, my good friend Nothing further from act’ual truth could be — Pursuit would see attraction’s endless end…
I won’t remember too much I do not wish to cry My heart goes out to all the souls Still wanly wand’ring by…
So what if, at the end of life, My experiences be few? I avoided the discomfort Of trying something new!
Never mind that science gives us A multiple reality — Participation in our own’s The only one that’s “sanity”…
We would save such a lot of fuss ‘Twere understood that each of us From birth to death lives in, immersed, An individual universe
