Laying here, I think of the path I chose.
I imagine two roads.
One is the end and one is the beginning.
I chose the end, Since it is already coming.
I walk for miles, knowing nothing is there.
When I stumble upon something, I know my life is bare.
It has no feeling, No words, No Meaning.
I ruined it, Long ago.
Knowing that this soil is old.
The flowers lay, Beaten and cold.
The Humans lay in a row, Dead, And cold.
What way did I go?
I went the path, No one dares to go.
Because this is reality.
No lies to have shown.
We lay in illusions,
our life is in comas.
We don't have a clue,
The take of reality we have
Is perfect, Yet Evil, Cruel, Yet Innocent.
We confuse ourselfs with the different Decent.
You dont know me, I dont know you.
We only hope. We all become ONE. Not stay TWO.
