The man said nothing is real

While making a sweeping gesture with his right hand
It's a simulation he says, all of it, nothing is real

I remember as a kid singing row row your boat
Reminding me to be happy because life is a dream

Again the man states while gesturing, nothing is real
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung-up about

The Hindu call it Maya, all an illusion, nothing is real

Science gods working toward virtual reality
Where we can't tell simulation from life, nothing is real

Trying to change older not the same
Losing joy things lost value
Bored with things that use to be fun
Afraid of losing what's left its all gone
Not much left trying to do what's right
Always writing to calm the voices
In this head an overthinking mind
Missing the old growing into the new
From fun to depressing not the same anymore
Wanting to be mentally stimulated
Growing old everyone fades away
No kids while some are having another
Haven't found love with the right one
Some married others now divorced
A broken promise too late to be honored
Friends become foes use to be bros
Over lusting women that never commit
Couples failing trying to make it work
Overcoming obstacles with true love
Some are sober addicted to love
Others drunk with lust wanting more

when
the
sunflower
awaken in the morning
she opens her brown button eyes
and faces the sun
raising in the east
then
she speaks
God is great...Thank you, Lord...God is Great
and still, I give you all the glory and praises

oh lord
here I am
now
face to face
with
the winds of change
face to face
with
the sea cliffs
face to face
with
the skylight
and
the
lord is thy shepherd
thus
i
unfold these wings to fly