I’m alive and dead at the same time.
If I’ve ever thought of doing anything
There’s a universe I did it in.
Perhaps I’ve killed and am in prison now
Or got away with it and fled to Mexico.
The margaritas are refreshing
As the bread in water is repugnant.
If I’ve died this could be heaven
Or hell at the same time.
The clouds feel beautiful and breezy
While flames consume my back.
If my trials are so infinite
There is no afterlife.
This is clearly all there is
If it is everything.