But Seriously, Think About It

What would you do,
If I was a polar bear,
Slam-dunking you into an igloo,
And it had already happened?

What about that time you thought you were
Being almost killed by aliens
But actually
It was almost breakfast
And everything was normal.

Where do you think people go
When they become someone else?

What if all of your memories and
Sense of self were
stored in your shoes
And whenever you changed shoes,
You would only remember the things
That happened with those shoes on,
And if you wore someone else's shoes...
And the only times you remember having sex were...

What if death happens just like we think it does
When we think without religion or anything
Except you never stop being conscious,
And it's actually mostly okay.