Is it a projection of my imagination
In which I create this entire nation
You, a figure easily changeable
Morphing into the molds that follow my head
Maps that lead nowhere besides the edge

Are you here to save me from caving in
Or convince me there is no end
See, constant battles of unexplained forces thrown upon me
Being played by the universe
Begging to be a creator
Instead, deducted to a strain
I am here forgotten
By the gods who yell in the sky
I am a whisper,
Reaching out I plead
Stop this madness of doubting
I am surrounded by fiction yet again
Being reduced to non less than friction
As constraint movements to remind me of life
Only flashbacks poison my sanity
Were they illusions?
Or the reality hiding about in our ignorance
Taught by whom, taught by truth or fear
For I am scared,
Seeking to know
I continue this path solely alone
Longing to mean
But what I havent seen
Is while truth subsides
I was already lifted my from the lies