"People Live their Lives bound by what they accept
As correct and true,
Not the incorrect or the probabilities
Of something...
That is how they define Reality."

But what does it mean to be correct or true?

They are merely vague concepts...
Their Reality may all be a mirage.
Can we consider them to be simply living,
In their own world, shaped by their beliefs?
"What if we are living in a world of phony-mitty,
With pretentiousness while pretending?"

Why do they say, "we are meant to be"
When in the end, it's only history.
Why do we breathe, only to die...
Why is there such a thing called trust
When constantly, there's a knife in your back.
Why are we together, only to separate...

The devastation eats from within
Causing you to sink deeper and deeper...
Trapped in the fog...nowhere to go.
No sense of being.
Lost outside...
All alone.

We live in a world where perfection
Is deemed as an illusion by phony people
Losing someone important without a variable
Shows no value to the one who cares,
It diminishes excitement of emotions
While elevating sadness emotions level.

Unnoticed good people are treated unfairly
Like me, I remember in the darkness, waiting
On my daylight, thirsty and I couldn't cry no more
Still treat people with care because I know how it feels,
While trying to shed tears and still thirsty...

We turn a blind eye to the one who cares
Bothering the one who don't care
That's the thing with emotions...
They always find a way to resurface.

Life and time...

In life, leave
In time, use
In life, live
In time, ideal

Why do we exist but not sist to exist?

Water is useless to time,
Fire is unnecessary to time
Water is essential, to life
Fire is nonessential, to life

What happens if planet's rotate backwards?

Will we'll ungrow and get young again,
Will the medulla metamorphosis diminish,
If time could move much more fasters
We would had towards future
Travelling through speed of light towards future
If time could move more fasters but backwards,
We would stop reminiscing and live in a nostalgic life.

It takes time to make greatness,
Greatness is also timed by time it self.

Just take a minute and think of it,
As in one second is one breath ,
Fifty split seconds are two heartbeats.

What happens when time stops?

Your heartbeat stops too.
Now time is speechless cause
Of the way people miss using time,
While time is timeless

Shooting a premature dream
Within diapers,
Never stressingout,
But I remember feeling,
Left behind like a stepchild
Thy were not feeling me then
But I'm a threat now to thee
Right afterwards feeling like Kratos
Now stand up tall and fe/male up.

The clocks are ticking
If you haven't noticed
They gaining much more,
Momentum at each and every split second
It's time to make a move
Life is a chess game, played with blinks
You better not blink...
You better make a move

I'm against the universe
I'm just waiting for it to make it's nonsensical move
So I can show y'all that,
I stood up and I ain't going to sit down
I strategized and I'm 10 moves ahead of it
No matter which move it makes
It's time for checkmate...