My friend, to truly feel or love is a weakness As it seems, nothing is real Everything is an apparition of the original I was stabbed just as you were I sank in the illusion of a disguised fallacy
Now we should learn and show proof by also becoming actors By recycling the cycle and keep it rotating Let the naive take our place and keep believing Because this illusion must be kept and not rooted out It is necessary for balance
We, the ones who have experienced must also inflate its genuine existence and bask in the glory of knowing that its all a fallacy It's all but a game.
The one who claims to love as well as me the lover are merely actors. We chatter love matters, kiss, touch- and yet, no iota of true feeling exists.