Who's reality?
I’ve dream, I’ve cried
I’ve lived I’ve died
My life was long but far too short
No words come, none worth retort
With hope and with passion
I gave it all, in my fashion
These words have meaning but to few
My thoughts may seem strange to you
If dead I am, how can it be true
That these words are here, if only I knew
Realities merge and split again
Life ends before it can ever begin
To know the dreams of youth
To see them dashed with age
Some ask for some sort of proof
Just trust me son turn the page
I’ve lived I’ve died
My life was long but far too short
No words come, none worth retort
With hope and with passion
I gave it all, in my fashion
These words have meaning but to few
My thoughts may seem strange to you
If dead I am, how can it be true
That these words are here, if only I knew
Realities merge and split again
Life ends before it can ever begin
To know the dreams of youth
To see them dashed with age
Some ask for some sort of proof
Just trust me son turn the page
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