Sight of real
does anything matter in this world?
eating, sleeping, learning, loveing...
does anyone really care?
on the deep, dark, forbidden realm touched by few.
walking, breathing, running, screaming...
nothing is true, nothing is real
a great play or game, if you will
us actors or victims, the pawns of a great unseen audience.
being taught, trying to teach..
why do they know as lies? one encompassing joke..
dream world of eternal sleep,
ends in great merciful finaley, and drawn from sleep.
why do they care, and and blame me so,
they "know" i'm wrong but cannot see
the great illusion shade, overwhelmingly real,
accepted as true, oblivious and blinded by their belief.
how am i wrong? why persecute me?
they are the false, their world of true lies
consuming them, becoming their claim,
but shall never be real, true, just foolish puppets in the game.
