March 18, 2022
What if the only reason I exist is because you imagined me.
That the reality around you is just an elaborate pageantry?
We’ve kept it secret all along,
And you can’t prove that I am wrong,
That you are the only one with self-consciousness and identity.
Let’s stop and look at all of the evidence around you,
Perhaps, perhaps it only looks like we think like you do.
If you stopped and took a moment to care,
To question if anyone but you were self-aware,
You might worry that your whole world is becoming unglued.
Perhaps you have the power to create things instantaneously,
And your entire past is just a series of just made-up memories,
What you remember was made up just now,
Like a dream, you don’t know how,
But once you accept this you can become detached from reality.
If you close your eyes the universe actually disappears,
Our voices are elaborate disembodiments until we reappear.
There is actually nothing behind you, you see,
I disappear and reappear as you recreate me,
Seemingly perfect but in actuality an existentialist veneer.
You see, there is no way for you to prove that I am wrong,
It is easier for you to believe that we are just going along,
But this is no time for crazy jokes,
It is just you in this elaborate hoax,
And when you try to run away, I am already gone.