All is Vanity

Coming to terms with the fact nothing seems real anymore

Consciousness is just observing, I’m not really in control like I thought before

Be like water and let things flow is something I’m learning to endure

After all I’m just sailing right to Deaths door

Why be in control when the story is already written?

Paeshyns never existed, I’m just experiencing a possibility of a life sentence

Trapped in a dream, I’ll wake up when it’s finished


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