Is life real I ask myself
Each and every day
With things that are that shouldn’t be
And things that aren’t that should
You spend your time just doing right
But still it’s not enough
Sometimes good deeds and happy thoughts
Are sadly wasted days
For those that say that life is grand
Just have another look
At all those plans that you once had
And never came to be
We live inside a world of dreams
Of hope and fantasy
Where sometimes if you’re lucky
You may win but one or two
Not always will this be the case
But you need to take a chance
You never know until you try
But I make no promises
Even with these things I’ve said
I really don’t feel down
I’ll keep on trying and won’t give up
There will always be a way

Well said Viking. Been there myself, are there myself?

Inner Peace

Is life real?
That's the question you pose.
It depends on your perspective,
And through your life how it shows.

Yes life is real,
And live it we must.
Whether it seems fair,
Whether it seems just.

But one can have dreams.
And will you know what to do?
When one is in front of you,
Will you grab it, make it come true?

Will you take that dream and embrace it?
Or blindly let it slip away,
Or put it off until the time is right,
Tell yourself, "Another day."?

And when the time comes
That you hold that dream safe and sound,
You will have what you've waited a lifetime for,
Inner peace will be found.

Rush

Life is not real. Please, you must believe me !
It's an endless re-run. Fun,sun, . . shun,gun, . .fun,sun, . .shun,gun.

I walked to the hill of questions, then to the tree of knowledge.

There was no one there to answer me. Do you see . .what I mean ?

I sat in the rain, with my pain, and felt the drops hit my face,
"What place . . .is this?", I asked the sky,
"A place to come, to live, to die!", it sighed.

But I've been here before, I know it now,
Just not up, on the why or the how. Rerun . .rerun.

Life is not real. Please, you must believe me !
It's an endless re-run.

After sitting in the rain for a minute too long,
I began to desolve, and soon I was gone,
But I know I'll be back, I've been here before,
It's really not real, just a revolving big door.

There is an old line that says

Row row row the boat merrily to the shore

Row row row the boat life is but a dream.

Or something similar?

We all know this is a repeat.

But some get a better deal, and if you say thats because Iam bad and thay are good.

You have Iam afraid misunderstood.

And Iam speaking to me as well as who.

Life is not permanent

That is the clue.

Originally posted by SIEGE
Life is not real. Please, you must believe me !
It's an endless re-run. Fun,sun, . . shun,gun, . .fun,sun, . .shun,gun.

I walked to the hill of questions, then to the tree of knowledge.

There was no one there to answer me. Do you see . .what I mean ?

I sat in the rain, with my pain, and felt the drops hit my face,
"What place . . .is this?", I asked the sky,
"A place to come, to live, to die!", it sighed.

But I've been here before, I know it now,
Just not up, on the why or the how. Rerun . .rerun.

Life is not real. Please, you must believe me !
It's an endless re-run.

After sitting in the rain for a minute too long,
I began to desolve, and soon I was gone,
But I know I'll be back, I've been here before,
It's really not real, just a revolving big door.

Great message,some know it well, some not at all,some would call you weird as Iam sure they have .

Its hard when you sort of know, and you feel theres no place to go.

But faith inside will surprise when hope is gone for us.

The key is in our hands to stop the shifting sands.

Suppose life is real, suppose it is not
Suppose its a dream, where we get one shot
Suppose I speak truth, suppose I speak lies
Suppose all this time of wondering dies?

Suppose I suppose, as time passes by
The answers we find are simply more sly
As wisdom departs, as with people that fade
All life might just be, a giant charade

But as none will know, except for their own
We fight and we cry, and we laugh all in tone
So savor this time, as we never know
How long it will last, and what life will show

Question and search, as mirrored by all
Regardless of finding, we wait for our fall
Find inner peace, as knowledge will hide
For difference in life, comes from inside

From mirrored reflections, to seeking out truth
The beauty of knowing, can be so uncouth
So is life a dream? the answers take flight!
Stuck in this life, of day and of night

Just savor whats yours, as one day we'll know
Perhaps not today, perhaps never will show
But after this life I've filled with my hope
Some lost soul behind me, will climb this worn rope

I wonder, I wonder, and ponder away
As time around passes, and feeds its decay
But as answers hide from this search so profound
I realize all beauty, is here with me bound

[edit on 4-6-2009 by N3krostatic]

Originally posted by hsur2112
Inner Peace

Is life real?
That's the question you pose.
It depends on your perspective,
And through your life how it shows.

Yes life is real,
And live it we must.
Whether it seems fair,
Whether it seems just.

But one can have dreams.
And will you know what to do?
When one is in front of you,
Will you grab it, make it come true?

Will you take that dream and embrace it?
Or blindly let it slip away,
Or put it off until the time is right,
Tell yourself, "Another day."?

And when the time comes
That you hold that dream safe and sound,
You will have what you've waited a lifetime for,
Inner peace will be found.

Rush

Your poem reminded me of home, a place real but so far away.

Lost children weeping within smiles and stubborness.

That is a very beautiful poem. Correct on how all we can do is try and not give up. A simple message yet alot of people forget the message itself.