Have you questioned that
Thing that is real if so
Prove it should I cut you
Does your blood reveal
That you feel pain and hurt
When you wake are you sure
Your not dreaming merely
By the things being the same
Or is that recollection merely
A sadistic game of the mind
Confusing your body to move
In endless sleep like the
Groves in a record unable
To skip a beat of a different
Tune
Have you questioned that
Thing that is real