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