• what if what i am seeing isn't real
    made up by my imagination
    this world exists only because i say it does
    life is unknown

    every word i hear
    thing i fear
    guilt,pleasure.hate
    all made up by me

    tis but my imagination that rules my life
    no one else
    what comes of it
    what ever i imagine

    i make my life
    what if nothing exists
    no words or thoughts
    no crime or hate

    tis just my imagination
    to these things i create

    i am writing to myself
    no one to listen
    i make it all up
    for my life to glisten

    i bid you farewell to the the imagined people
    with these last 2 words
    truly told
    the end