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All in Your HeadYou think this world is actuality
You know perception is reality
But you perceive with your mind
This world's a fantasy like any kind
What if you decide that it's all in your head?
Wake up on a cloud when you're already dead?
"I think therefore I am," said Descartes
But he's not sure of any other part
Your mind's the fantastic cosmic machine
Builds your world from red, blue, and green
But who's to say it has to end there?
Your brain's a train that goes anywhere
You're still awake inside your dreams
Strawberry fields, chocolate streams
This world is real and so is mine,
Where up is down and water is wine
Life's too short for just one go
Live many lives, more worlds to know
Every life's a dream, every dream's a life
Happiness, love, confusion, and strife
Take your wardrobe, yellow submarine,
your sparkling red shoes or your time machine
Just fall asleep and you will see,
your mind extended through fantasy
Please don't worry if you think you're insane
You simply have an extracurricular br
The Cake is a LieHere I am in Aperture Science
A test subject for a brand new appliance
I'm a volunteer, or so I'm told:
"Slavery" is just a term of old
I'll be paid in cake if I can just pass
some testing and some turrets and some toxic gas
My master's a robot; she seems fairly nice
Too bad computers have hearts about as warm as ice
She says "This task isn't all that bad;
you're working hard, and that makes me GLaD
Did I say it's safe? Well, I must have lied
What's the point of honesty when you're being fried?"
She gave me a futuristic device
If only I knew it came at a price
I spent my days falling through portals
But now I see that we're just mortals
When her machine tested fine,
she said "Your life is mine."
Where she promised me cake,
my flaming grave did bake.
All her tests I have passed
I've been shot, I've been gassed
I've escaped this maze, I'm Still Alive,
but believe me, the cake is a lie.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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