by Formusic » Wed Feb 29, 2012 5:13 pm
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me.
What if we choose to exist in a reality of our own making, does that render us insane, and if so, isn't that better than a life of despair?