There was once a man who dreamt he was a butterfly,
He roamed the world, fluttered his wings, and there flew high,
He awoke from slumber, and began to question why,
He was no longer sure if he was a man or a butterfly.
Chorus
How can I be sure I’m not just dreaming?
Chorus
How can I be sure I’m not just dreaming?
How can I be sure in a world that’s ever-changing?
Like bubbles and lightning, the world is an illusion.
Each fleeting moment is magic, deceiving our human vision.
Everything’s phenomena, things are not what they seem.
Everything’s phenomena, things are not what they seem.
The young grow old, this earthly life is like a dream;
Yet amidst these illusions Noumena, the Truth Supreme,