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.