by Daniel Pujol
The Person I know does not exist
It’s like they’ve fallen off a cliff
When I went to the ledge
And peered o’er the edge
All I saw was a black abyss
But slowly from it then rose a ship
With sparkling lights that liked to blip
Did the One that I know
Jump aboard and go
Or ever even fall or slip?
Returning to town, I was deemed mad
I told my tale, yet some were glad
To say I was insane
For dreaming in my brain
The version of the One I had.