Our bodies are like clouds They don't exist We are water making shapes Then it's gone People see different things But none is real The contents return to earth To make new ones Born ghosts in purgatory Illusions in space Has anyone ever built The horizon Do we go to a better place Or disappear Are we saved or damned Or no more How are we any less real Than memories Body and mind are the same All that's left of us after this Are our names Atoms moving through the air To make a sound Words attempt to make sense of it A human invention No more real than the only ones That can read it Do we go to a better place Or disappear Are we saved or damned Or no more How are we any less real Than memories Body and mind are the same What doesn't exist can only Be perceived by those Who are not really there Meaning has no meaning It makes no sense for those With no sense to care Do we go to a better place Or disappear Are we saved or damned Or no more How are we any less real Than memories Body and mind are the same Fake Life is just atoms rearranged Death too Love is just a chemical Grief too We give them meaning By choice