Poetic-Verses
'' I'm Not Really Dying ''
Is reality a dream?
Do we even exist?
Is there a being supreme?
On everyone's list.
Is the Earth but a vision,
A fantasy ideal,
Where there is no excision,
Because nothing is real.
What exactly is living?
If it's aim is to die,
It is so unforgiving,
Could it all be a lie?
Is a game being played?
By controllers elsewhere,
Should we be dismayed?
That life isn't fair.
Do we have a say,
Or are we but pawns,
Being forced to obey,
Are we one of their cons?
How will we know,
That we're really here,
Will it come as a blow,
We're not all we appear.
If this is not real,
Is it all a game,
How will we feel?
No fortune or fame.
It is very confusing,
But there's no point in crying,
I find it amusing,
‘' I'm Not Really Dying ‘'
Do we even exist?
Is there a being supreme?
On everyone's list.
Is the Earth but a vision,
A fantasy ideal,
Where there is no excision,
Because nothing is real.
What exactly is living?
If it's aim is to die,
It is so unforgiving,
Could it all be a lie?
Is a game being played?
By controllers elsewhere,
Should we be dismayed?
That life isn't fair.
Do we have a say,
Or are we but pawns,
Being forced to obey,
Are we one of their cons?
How will we know,
That we're really here,
Will it come as a blow,
We're not all we appear.
If this is not real,
Is it all a game,
How will we feel?
No fortune or fame.
It is very confusing,
But there's no point in crying,
I find it amusing,
‘' I'm Not Really Dying ‘'
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`` I`m Not Really Dying ``
`` I`m Not Really Dying ``
