Reality Vs Fiction
I belong in a world where reality and fiction fall together.
Along with hopes and dreams that fly away like a feather.
Wishing is never enough, only faith and effort matters...
And one must be motivated enough to do it before it all shatters.
These words flow so well, rhyming like patterns.
Like the perfect life I see; glowing like lanterns.
Life is starting to make sense to me;
It's starting to fit perfectly like my house key...
Opening up doors that never existed in the first place.
Everything has it's own organized space.
Life, Death, Reality and Fiction:
These are the four words I trust in, This is no superstition!
Many possibilities are flowing through my mind,
Some impossible, others very legit and easy to find...
But all of them are staring at me right in the eyes,
Which one can I grab? Are there any in disguise?
Now I'm talking to myself... Is that okay?
I think so... because it's allowing me to write down what I have to say.
Maybe if I stick with this, I can be a writer?
I could express my opinions to others, that would make the sun shine brighter
On my world; where I'll keep trying,
Until the end, eyes closed on a bed somewhere, dying....
Let's make this life something worth living for
Because before you know it there will be a lock on the door.
Reality Vs Fiction
I belong in a world where reality and fiction fall together.
Along with hopes and dreams that fly away like a feather.
Wishing is never enough, only faith and effort matters...
And one must be motivated enough to do it before it all shatters.
These words flow so well, rhyming like patterns.
Like the perfect life I see; glowing like lanterns.
Life is starting to make sense to me;
It's starting to fit perfectly like my house key...
Opening up doors that never existed in the first place.
Everything has it's own organized space.
Life, Death, Reality and Fiction:
These are the four words I trust in, This is no superstition!
Many possibilities are flowing through my mind,
Some impossible, others very legit and easy to find...
But all of them are staring at me right in the eyes,
Which one can I grab? Are there any in disguise?
Now I'm talking to myself... Is that okay?
I think so... because it's allowing me to write down what I have to say.
Maybe if I stick with this, I can be a writer?
I could express my opinions to others, that would make the sun shine brighter
On my world; where I'll keep trying,
Until the end, eyes closed on a bed somewhere, dying....
Let's make this life something worth living for
Because before you know it there will be a lock on the door.