You think everything’s merry and life is a dream,
Until that one moment when it all changes,
When even leaves look of different colours,
And trees have bended knees.
It is like reality except that to you it’s not
It is like an illusion,
Except that it is not.
You try to see the light of day
But everything is truly lost
You pick up pieces of your life
And try to make a new start.
They say that’s what living is all about
About starting again,
About new beginnings,
But honestly if you ask,
Beginnings are nothing
but unrelated endings unfinished.
We all look for something at every corner
Search for new destinations
As human race progresses
The mind somehow stagnates.
The questions we were supposed to ask
Are lost in the illusions of the light we see
The answers we were supposed to search
Are dying somewhere rotted out at sea.
As I see this world, this illusion of mine,
I wonder if I am even better,
Than the ancestors of mine,
Tempted by the outside.