
Is what I see through my eyes the truth or just simply lies,
Is what I see just what one wants me to believe,
Is what I see merely Imaginary,
Is the canvas in which I stand on just a hologram,
Is this canvas covering the depths of burning flames ?
Oh creator who am I speaking to,
I do not know of you're existence,
I do not know many things,
Am I a puppet being played with,
Every move I make controlled by another's decision,
My life is a playground for whom I may never knows entertainment ...
Questions within questions,
Everything is questioned,
Actions speak louder than words,
Yet words are powerful,
Mislead by a book of mysteries,
The whole time mislead by misguided facts,
Misguided by only observations ...
Really what is life,
What is life after death,
An afterlife of merely nothing,
A mind trapped in a world of emptiness,
Answers answered,
Yet these answers are still questioned ...
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