So many cracks in this world I see,

How do I know

If you’re really you,

And I’m really me,

When we’re stuck in this

Distorted reality?

What is real

And what is not?

This whole “reality” thing

Sure is a lot.

Dealing with these

Distortions

Puts a strain on the mind

Of all members of

Mankind.

Take a look behind the curtain,

You’ll see who pulls the strings,

It’s not a god

Or any of that sort of things,

It’s a person,

Like you or me,

Forcing us into

This distorted reality.

We’ve been tricked into believing

All that we do see,

But in the end, it’s just a stranger

Creating our well-known,

Commonly seen…

Distorted reality.