Life's most precious gift: To live, we have to just breathe But there're thoughts beyond thoughts, Trapped in a realm, yearning to be freed: If we hold this breathe seize, We shall seize to live, but leave But sometimes, to actually live, we have to leave
There's a thin line between sanity and insanity Erased by our unsay There's a thin line between Illusion and reality Erased by our don'ts
This place of gracious enticement Where we watch us being killed A place filled with men of slightest thoughts Amused by this illusional amusement A place where nothing is real Full of dos and don'ts, yet no one is free
Though we all came with says and dos We've not by ourselves chosen to be free We've trapped all those for the sake of our creed
Why then not hold this breathe seize to actually live For stance where our thoughts could not reach For life in a place we've never seen A place where we're actually free Why don't we leave to actually live?