I’m starting to think this world isn’t real,

We’re all just a bundle of cells and thoughts,

Memories we’re not even sure we remember.

Did she have a red jumper on

On the day that she said she wanted to leave?

Did I have long hair when I broke my leg?

And did I kiss that man at the station that night?

I don’t even think that it matters a lot,

We’ll all get to heaven and see how we did

When we battled it out in this playground called Earth.

I hope when I’m standing up there

With that man that has come to be known as God

Reviewing the things that went right and went wrong,

It’ll all become clear, but we’ll still have to watch

The ones who come after us

Making the same mistakes that we did.