Despite my self esteem
There’s no awaking from this cosmic dream
I can’t wake up ‘cause I’m not asleep
There’s nothing to sow, so there’s nothing to reap
I can see, I can touch, I can hear, I can feel
But I still don’t know what the **** is real
Why do I live? why will I die ?
It’s a blurred line between a laugh and a cry
And ebb or a flow is the best I can be
As I float in this soup of reality
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC
Despite my self esteem
There’s no awaking from this cosmic dream
I can’t wake up ‘cause I’m not asleep
There’s nothing to sow, so there’s nothing to reap
I can see, I can touch, I can hear, I can feel
But I still don’t know what the **** is real
Why do I live? why will I die ?
It’s a blurred line between a laugh and a cry
And ebb or a flow is the best I can be
As I float in this soup of reality