It is reality that I want to escape,
So is fantasy, in mind I always keep.
Neither the two is going to make me genuinely happy.
In reality I want to gain popularity,
But the world is fair enough to be cruel to everyone.
In the virtual world I can become anyone,
But the world is too good to be true that it's slapping reality to my face,
Waking me up from my foolish reveries; if that's the case,
Then, life is possible to impossibly live.
And with our hands it is our choice to believe.
Our paths are not created because we're deemed to suffer forever,
Our paths are created in twisted forms in order for us to grow and not surrender.
I make the choice to fight,
I will make sure to defy impossible impediments with all my might.
Songs Of A Brokenhearted Soul
By kramer22x
Amidst the darkness, pain, intense emotions and the stirring feelings of fears, doubts, fervid desires and lo... More