• Every life has a reason.
    A reason to live.
    But I don’t know
    If I’ll find it. Ever.
    ‘Cause what if,
    There is no reason.
    What if we’re all searching…
    But there’s nothing to find.
    And we’ll never know,
    True happy-ness.
    And we’ll never know,
    True love.
    Because there’s nothing
    In this world,
    But us.
    Only one organism.
    Only one person.
    Me.
    That’s all we know.
    (Or should I say I know)
    Try as we might
    (And we do try)
    All we see is reflections,
    Shadows,
    Of ourself.

    What if the world,
    Was one big dream.
    Would you be happy?
    Would you be sad?
    Or would you be like me.
    Both.
    Sad
    That it’s not real…
    That all the good times
    You had…
    Weren’t real..
    Yet happy
    Because you don’t want this,
    To be all there is.
    Because it’s not what it should be.
    Because it’s only pain.
    Because all those good times…
    Ended with pain.
    And that shouldn’t be all the world is.

    When in pain.
    That’s all you think of.
    The pain.
    How to escape from it.
    And when you’re not.
    It’s always there.
    In the back of your mind.
    And you always know
    That sooner or later
    It will come back.

    But if this isn’t real.
    What is?
    Can we find it?
    The truth?
    Is THAT the reason,
    For living.
    Trying to find,
    The real world…
    Separating it,
    From this dream.
    Trying to find
    The real person
    Hidden deep inside you,
    Where the pain cannot reach.

    You’ll never find it.