You are not really you but what i think of you?
It is plain stark boring reality you are shrugging off not hyperbolic parallel constructions?
What seems far fetched seems so because you dont stretch a bit far?
What if the boy who cried wolf wolf has no clue the woman has tamed the wolf and runs with it in the wild with flaming eyes and dishevelled hair flying in the wind when no one is watching?
What if what she tells him is a mirage in the unquenchable desert all around him is a sparkling lake with cool spring water that he is never allowed to touch?
Is he the only one who hears the schrodinger’s cat meow from the box?