When They Let Me Talk

On one hand we are nothing - minor specs in the cosmos
Little pieces of dust
The tiniest fraction of any equation
Reality's bit of rust

Look at the man behind the curtain
Watch for aces up his sleeve
When you get right down to basics
We are what he believes
And if you believe the utter nonsense
This tricky guy does spout
Then you'll get what you've paid for
A life that has no doubt

On the other hand we're everything - our senses create the 'verse
A collection of our dreams
The world IS what we make it
The illusion is what it seems

See the man behind the curtain
Pay attention to him please
For when you get right down to basics
He is what we believe
Shall we believe his uttered nonsense?
And all the things that he does spout?
It might lead us to more questions
Give us more to think about.

To move we must almost fall - science learned making robots walk
To think we must almost be insane
That's what I learn...
When they let me talk

Look at the girl behind the curtain
Watch for the rainbows up her sleeve
When you get right down to basics
I am what she believes
And if you believe the utter nonsense
This tricky one does spout
Then welcome to my confusion
Help me embrace the doubt.