I have to face the facts,
To accept the perfectness this world lacks.
So I can bear my existence thru the scenes,
Whatever that means..
While trying to fight,
I observe how illusory my might.
Sometimes I think I'm right,
but then I see I'm not so bright.
So I seek the only thing, I guess I have the control on -
the power to not think, just observing what's going on.
And to this only might I hold tight,
But once I do - it instantly slips thru my mind.