Is this a dream?
Is this real?
Or is it a scheme?
Or just another big deal?
Do we trully feel?
Do we trully think?
Do we truly heal?
After reality sinks?
I don't know weather to smile,
As if nothings wrong,
Or to be hostile,
And show I'm strong.
Why must I try?
Why can't I stay?
Why do we lie?
And loose our way?
There are two paths,
The one of reality,
Where you face it's wrath,
And you know your mortality,
The other,
Is the one of dreams,
Where nothing's a bother,
And nothing's as it seems,
There's the path of the wise,
And the path of the ignorant,
There are no allies,
Because no one's indifferent.
There's the path of the righteus,
And the path of the cruel,
The path of kindness,
And the path of the ghoul,
Reality show's no kindness,
No easy life,
But it shows happiness,
And sadly even strife,
Reality is for the brave,
It strengthens the weak,
And it might be grave,
Even as we speak.
