One morning a man named Marve
Realized his existence was a fallacy
Every word, a falsehood
Every meme, a thought, a construct of his 3-pound human brain
Now poor Marve is a threat to himself
All the people at the office are profoundly disturbed
By his tendency of late to just explode
It's empirically impossible to really see through someone else's eyes
What you see as blue might look like red or green to you
When viewed through someone else's eyes
Now poor Marve is a threat to himself
All the people at the office are profoundly disturbed
By his tendency of late to just explode
Now the voices cry in Marve's mind
All this form and movement trapped in space and time
Dripping drearily into samovars
Or leaping lively in front of subway cars
Marve don't jump off that ledge
You've everything to lose
Life is what you do with it
And you've much more to do
So what if the universe is one big accident?
It's beautiful and you're a part of it
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