What the text is thinking.

Maybe I’m a fraud,
maybe I’m not the
guy who empties the 
trash bins, maybe I’m 
a theoretical 
physicist failing 
to piece together 
a story of 
everything, maybe 
my wife is really
dead and I am in 
love with a memory, 
or maybe I’m the 
guy who has a gun
loaded with blanks
ready to fire at 
anything that moves.