One day while I was walking down my street,
Who there do you think that I did meet?
My old, but my imaginary, friend!
He said something I could not comprehend.
He said I was the one who was invented,
It left me feeling quite disoriented.
If I'm not real, then how can I persist?
If you read this can we, indeed, exist?
1/2
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment