Some places feel like heaven
Others seem like hell
But who am I to tell
When I have never been to either
But yet these places make me feel
And those feelings won't die
Unless I died along with them
But that is not the life I was sent to live
Why should I be born to die
Or live to suffer
Why is it all like this
Am I the only one who wants to question how we live
We wake up to this rut
Rolling around a matrix of lies
While running a ratrace
Trying to figure out a way out of this maze
Most are confused
So they follow the beaten path
Never questioning in their own minds
Why we even exist
#Peace 29/03/15
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