P. I.E.

Perhaps I exist and none of this is fake

Maybe I’m real, and the sky’s blue as a lake.

Maybe I’m here with you and not in a dream

Things are going well, moving ahead at full steam

What other explanation could there possibly be?

Did I die in that accident, is this just the ghost of me?

Can I really be this happy, with all the things I’ve done?

Do I deserve the satisfaction, the feeling that I might have won

Maybe this is the real world

And I’m not a victim of a prank

I’m definitely not a simulation

Or product of some cool think tank

Would it really be the worst, treating life like fantasy?

Where I can do anything, the Homer of this odyssey

Perhaps I exist, or maybe really not

That won’t affect this wave I’m on

It wouldn’t change the view in my favorite spot

Or the sound of the birds in the dawn

So here I am, following my dreams

Open to what could be

And whether not life’s what it seems

The true architect is, and was always me.