There is nothing here
but some illusion
of stability
in our minds.
We think we have found
an answer
own something
know the faces
of friends
and everyone
everyone
Open our eyes
and pretend to be
ourselves
When we are something..
something more
Than what we are to others
and God
I want to open
you
To know if you catch yourself
sometimes knowing
That this is an act
or am I alone
on a stage
Surrounded by what is a real
But when will I get
the ovation
Birth sign: Not entered
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