In the darkest of times come the shining moments,
Of deciding which path do I take on this road,
Do I wander into my fears and chase my own practical tears?
Or do I strive for the impossible and figure out what my soul knows?
What lies behind the veil of existence?
What speaks to me even when I don’t want to listen?
Is it insanity to be bold and follow a fantasy?
Or should I come down to earth and follow insanity?
I don’t know what path to take,
I hardly know what decision to make,
All I know is that I can’t be fake,
And make this 9-5 my fate.
When my mind is forever in the stars,
And I only write to bring down what I see,
So I can share with the world, people near and far,
And lose all control in a fantasy.
I can’t love a lie.