06-08-2014, 02:05 PM
Wrote this in high school years ago; be kind. Refined it as much as I could without losing the base ideas.
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Life is just a game, you see
There's something for you, and something for me
Some play safe and some are insane
Some are blind to the fact that life's just a game
We're all the same, with different desires
Different coals burning different fires
Decisions, decisions... It's all about choice
When pen comes to paper, do I find my voice
Life is a dream, an illusion for you
Reality is same, yet different points of view
We are figments of thought, and time is a lie
Imagination in youth, then time passes by
"Same shit, different day", you want something more
"Same day, different shit", or else life is a bore
Life happens in moments and fragments of time
Or maybe I'm crazy. I've just lost my mind.
The brain is the place where reality starts
Existance is thought, so remember your part
Memory is truth, it's all that we have
Ego is false, so please don't be mad
What happens to you, and what happens to me
Matters not in the grand scheme of things, you see
Ideas and concepts of reality are
What has kept us from going insane, so far
Sometimes I wonder; this storm in my head
What to make of it all, once I'm gone and dead
If you're on my page, then kudos to you
In all likelihood, you're completely mad too
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Life is just a game, you see
There's something for you, and something for me
Some play safe and some are insane
Some are blind to the fact that life's just a game
We're all the same, with different desires
Different coals burning different fires
Decisions, decisions... It's all about choice
When pen comes to paper, do I find my voice
Life is a dream, an illusion for you
Reality is same, yet different points of view
We are figments of thought, and time is a lie
Imagination in youth, then time passes by
"Same shit, different day", you want something more
"Same day, different shit", or else life is a bore
Life happens in moments and fragments of time
Or maybe I'm crazy. I've just lost my mind.
The brain is the place where reality starts
Existance is thought, so remember your part
Memory is truth, it's all that we have
Ego is false, so please don't be mad
What happens to you, and what happens to me
Matters not in the grand scheme of things, you see
Ideas and concepts of reality are
What has kept us from going insane, so far
Sometimes I wonder; this storm in my head
What to make of it all, once I'm gone and dead
If you're on my page, then kudos to you
In all likelihood, you're completely mad too
