This true life

• Artist: HollowZer0
• Description: it started with a dream. then that same dream took over my thoughts... until it was all i could think about....
• Date: 05/13/2009
• Tags: true life

In this so called life are we living?
Or is this all a dream?
For all we know,
Our lives may not start 'till we fall asleep,
If that's so, what are we really?
are we mere pawns,
Or are we the kings?
But if we are king,
Were we born king?
Will we die king?
Did we even ask to BE kings?
where do these answers lie?
Do they exist or have we gone mad?
and what if we are all pawns in this life,
Servants on this chess board of life,
who do we server?
who is our master?
Who rules over us in this "true life?"

Comments

[Schevesaur]

First line isn't a question. and "who do we server?" lol I could be mistaken but did you mean serve? But I mean it's a question I've asked myself before. Only mine goes a little more like.

[Schevesaur]

"Reality, we awaken.
To this dull desolate plain,
A place we frequently call home,
But are we awake?
Or is our "reality" a mere dream?
Who's to say if dreams are real,
or if what we feel, in our life,
will ever suffice? Trapped.
In this conundrum we all lead,
We may never know, what is real,
or how to feel, but we do our best,
to our dreams we contest.
If it was real.
So to our bedside we stay,
Shirking our dreams away.
We know this must be true,
Cause in reality, we awaken."