Is this real,
or is this fake?
Is this a dream,
where I cannot wake?
Am I doomed to eternity,
of repeating sin?
A purgatory of do-overs,
again and again.
Purge it once,
rinse and repeat.
Tie up the strings,
and make it neat.
Reality,
is not what it seems,
but which side’s the waking,
and which side’s the dream.
I guess it don’t matter,
if you can’t tell.
Cause neither side’s good,
they’re double sided hell.
I’ll keep moving,
and try not to see,
the fluctuations,
surrounding me.
So if this is real,
then I’m sorry Dear,
but I doubt it is,
cause nothing is clear.
Either way I’m doomed,
to an eternity,
of repeating days,
and insanity.
