What if life is just a dream,
A vision, an illusion and a blatant lie,
And all that we hear and smell and see,
Is just an extension of a divine sigh?

Our greatest joys, our deepest sorrows;
Hopes and fears, ne'er seen morrows;
Precious moments, petty lies;
Song  n dance and raucous cries;

The deep emotions, the wasted affections;
The hunger, the greed for passing afflictions;
The furious pace, the shameless lethargies;
The mindless indulgence in virtual orgies;

What if this all, that amounts to our lives
 Is just a dream, and nothing more?