Tell me,
What is reality?
Is it the world through the eyes you see,
Or the road that leads to your destiny?
The things that you do,
Part deranged like a fool
Hanging on to a ride
Which just evaporates out of sight.
Judged by what you have
True passion is all but cast aside
Hopes, satisfaction, subsides...
Because what if I told you that everything you see
Is nothing really more than manifested believes
We should all stop trying to search and proof
And instead look inside for the truth.
For this earth isn't all that there is
The human mind can imagine and breathe
A whole new world of its own
One that we should all call home.
Originally by
Violetta Westwick
Disclaimer: These photos do not belong to me.
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