I wonder if the world is just a dream
Elaborate illusions in my head
And all reality is as I deem
The weaver of the universe's thread
Then why is my world filled with all this pain?
Could I not simply wish the world was well?
I do not know what I could have to gain
In making people's lives a living hell.
Perhaps a deity can be as flawed
as any mortal, making my mistakes
A solipsist is just a Lonely God
who hit the gas but cannot reach the brakes.
Just like that boss from Star Fox Sixty Four
I'm sorry, I will show myself the door.