The Mysteries of Life

Tell a lie find a truth

For every door there is a key.

Redemption has its own intent

The sense of ourselves is to believe.

Were all living in a dream

When we close our eyes

No stress no confusion

Everything feels like an illusion.

When we wake up

We look around

And all we see are choices

Waiting to be made.

Sadly the answers to the questions

Slowly start to fade.

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