The Game

The mind is a weird thing

It plots its own insanity

Weaving tales fantastic

And clothing them with realism

What is reality?

What am I?

Why am I living

In one big bloody lie?

Am I the only one that sees it?

Am I the one with my head

Sticking out from under the veil?

And what silly tale

Will they tell us next

I have memories of another me

Another world where I am free

Seem more real than real to me

I’m convinced this is a test

A simulated game to see

If I can truly be me

Not a sheep or an NPC

But a hero on a journey

To bring fire out of the dark

To will

To dare

To be