BookRix

Never do we know what we see to be is true.
Only thing we can say is that we exist but never you.
Reality is all imagination while imagination is reality.
Like a twisted game of Mortal Combat you hope for that Fatality.
When I asked myself what the meaning of life was, I thought only of him.
The man who created us out of love or a whim.

Many do not agree with this sentiment of mine,
but it doesn't matter since you are have own mind.
Then there are those who realize that their is only them,
living a meaningless life they feel condemned.
It sucks to find out that we serve no purpose on this planet.
So that leaves us with the freedom to be able to plan it.

However, they fear of this freedom that they had desperately wanted,
and the fact that they serve of little importance they are haunted.
I look at them with wandering eyes,
They are scared to be free so that's why they cry.
Works of depression and words of sadness are born from their sorrow,
They lacks dreams of the world as they don't want a tomorrow.
Having already made such a discovery I answers their calls,
and this is how I simply answer them all.

Do not whine, cry, or mope.
Throw away that bottle of fruitless hope.
There no need for such a thing when you have yourself,
get off that sadness and get your imagination off the shelf.
You make what you don't have your own.
Don't wait like a dog for master to give you a bone.
Open up you brain and your hands alike,
and make a world for yourself that you actually like.
Now that I've spoken words that make completely no sense.
I'll take my leave ... let my world domination plan commence!