• What would you do if
    You found out
    Your life is nothing more
    Than lies spun with intricate thread?
    Nothing more than all before
    So does that mean you’re dead?

    Would you perhaps
    Disappear in hurry
    Rather than drinking
    And making it all blurry?

    A life is like a mirror
    A photograph
    All panned out in fear
    All chaos and wrath

    There is no escape
    Nothing remotely pure
    All is going to fade
    Nothing will be the cure

    So please do not leave
    Do so and all will be gone
    Drain the lake with a sieve
    And see it can’t be done

    Much is the same as this place of ours
    You will soon see you never left
    You were always here,
    You always were
    … to see, just close your eyes