How hard it would be
To look out for the real
When the fake you see
Is very sweet and tempting
How confuse your mind would
When it has to choose
Between the painful truth
Or lies that is blissful
How would you react
When reality you chase
Is dissapointing and lame
Thus you’re hoping it’s just act
What would you choose?
To live life covered with fog,
With everything you dear most
Or run ‘till you see the sun,
Though it might burn your eyes
To live is to choose, and choices are inevitable
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