What can I say about the life that begins when I wake up from my dream.
Do you wish to know what I know?
Do I want to know what you want?
Is there anything I can do?
To make your wishes come true.
Is this just an act?
Or is it a fact?
If yes, then I'd love to be the best.
At what I think is a test.
A test of time.
A test of character.
Is life an act?
Am I an actor?
Is the world a stage?
and society a theatre?
So many questions
with answers and opinions.
What to do?
Where to go?
The which and the when
and the why and the how.
Is the past and the future
connecting through the now?
What about the things that never existed,
events that never took place
and people I never met?
Sweet were the memories, deleted.
Feelings gone leaving no trace.
Did I fall for the trap that was set?
Who is going to speak to let me know?
All that I don't but want to some how?
A saviour? A messiah?
A hero for hire?
A villian wearing a crown of barbed wire?
A king resting on a funeral pyre?
A queen who assumes everyone's a liar?
You did the unforgivable deed,
for that guilty I plead
but we are going to let it slide.
Welcoming everyday with arms that were opened wide.
The smile doesn't come on so easy anymore.
The laughs they sound like a beast's last roar.
Not sure if you are keeping a score
but my life is surreal like works of the great Salvador.
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