In a different perspective I learned that life comes in sections
I was a fool to believe in world's total perfection
It became dark without changing its complexion
It's now lethal like a fatal infection
I'm in a maze lost with no sense of direction
Guided errors with no proof of correction
"You'd all be there if you had listen to the selections"
I know it's going to take more than repairs to pass this inspection
Who knew?   Today I'm full of questions.
Why do people solve their mistakes with mistakes, like theres no such thing as correction?
Nowadays the only way winning is winning with deception
You say, " But this didn't start as my intention!"
"Look at it this way you can't be president without winning the election."
You can stop the flue but every year there's a different injection
"I realize there's not just one but quite a broad selection."
We can beat this oppresion
I had dreamt my inception and got pushed by the tension
I just have one more question
"What's after that?  What's after us are we the end of what's mentioned?"
Or just the start of an infinite collection?
If so, why are we forced in this perpetual detention?
I'm getting, tired too much ingestion?
If I had to find greatness, I'd look at my own reflection
Even if it's over, giving up from the beginning was out of the question...
Not that I know, I had changed my expression
The truth "we are realistic inventions
same role, just in different dimensions...."

Yeah I dreamt my inception
It only took knowing to realize that was just the start of the session.