• The only thing certain
    Is that everything is uncertain.
    You seek that which is not there
    With empty hands that can only grip water.
    Living a life of doubt
    With hope as tangible as the air.
    Trembling, you reach out to a one-sided mirror
    And wait... God knows what for.
    You wrap yourself around the idea of "warmth"
    Trying to escape the cold that's wrapped itself around you.
    Is it a dream?
    Can you tell the difference any more?
    Thinking thoughts not meant for you...
    Where did they come from?
    You no longer understand the theory of "time".
    You are only... there.
    Or are you here?
    Do you know where you are?
    There are two doors.
    One is an illusion.
    Which one is real?
    Space itself is ripped apart by confusion
    Trying to decipher what is "fake" and what is "actual".
    And the pain of not knowing licks your skull like fire
    Until all that's left is ash.
    Is that what they call "death"?
    Or were you just born?
    Finally you understand
    That you aren't capable of understanding.
    And everything you've thought of before
    Was just grasping at straws.
    You realize that the only thing certain
    Is that everything is uncertain.
    And that you seek that which is not there
    With empty hands that can only grip water.
    Living a life of doubt...
    With hope as tangible as the air.