The question is this
The question: is this?
Do you know what you feel
Do you know if it's real
Do you know what you see
Do you know if you're free
Do you know just how far
Do you know who you are
Do you know that the question is this: Is this?
I think the hardest thing in the world is to change
Because it's so simple to stay just the same
It's so easy to do what I've always done
Can I be something new under the sun?
Is it a matter of strength and denial
or is all the effort merely futile?
Is the idea that we control ourselves
As fanciful as tales of dwarfs and of elves?
Still we project that image onto the screen
Though life might be nothing more than a dream