It's dark here,
The deepest dark there can be,
Why is it here?
Our lives has always spun in circles,
The good times and the bad times,
They are the so called "treasured memories".
Life goes around and around,
At least until it comes to your time,
It seems lifeless.
Is it pointless to live?
Pointless to hope?
Or is it everything a person would want?
Stay alive to be with your friends and family?
That can't happen,
We would eventually die of old age.
Unknowingly, our soulds enter the world,
This world, filled with hope, happiness, joy, and dreams,
Or filled with despair, depression, sorrow, and nightmares.
That is for us to decide,
There is no such thing as fate or destiny,
Only a future which no one can tell.
It seems so dark how a new life starts,
And it can suddenly stop,
But somehow, we were able to live.
This emptiness we feel in our hearts,
Are our imaginations,
And what we think may not be true.
For I cannot say what the world is really full of,
I only say what I think may be true,
This thing we carry, may as well be burdens or endless happiness.
We reincarnate,
For that is how we are able to meet each other again,
Once our previous life has gone away.
Our souls can connect to each other,
Whisper what might happen,
And it may come true.
And endless dream,
Or an endless nightmare,
That is for you to decide.
For now, my life seems fine,
At least until things start to break apart,
Or it might stay together.
Live the way you want,
Say what you like,
This is your dream, and your nightmare.
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