It’s all a lie
It’s all a lie Dreams, hopes Joy, heartbreaks Agony, strength It’s all a lie It's all in your head It’s a fluke But what if? All the love shared The ambitions and curiousity The feelings Maybe it is But what if When is an event a lie? When it isn’t experienced? Or when it sounds impossible? You live in this game You play the game You see new processes to proceed You learn so you don’t get caught You wake up the next morning You wake up in this game You hope the day doesn’t end with you So you learn again to survive It’s all a lie And so, what if? Can’t we live this lie in peace Can’t it become true Can’t we dwell in this fantasy of a fluke Can’t we just enjoy what we see It’s all a lie But we live this lie, and in it So, accept this lie of a truth Accept your lie For it is your reality
Allwell
Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.
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