Round and round we go
time continually moving through an infinite loop
of truths and experiences prove that
we are not as used to to the unforseen movement of reaity
as we hurdle to the information booth of the universe in through the room of enligntended thoughts and tune in to the venerate notions of whats real
and we learn that the only real is that witch we choose
Truth in essence is a lie
listen to the blues those vibrating strums and voices raw with strife as the singer pours us a glass of soul like a fine wine drunken from fine crystal by a drunkard
we sip it like moscato on a warm winter day
who said life had to always congregrate with our
fabricated ideals of whats real?
life is like a roller coaster ride and time is the tracks
enjoy the ride and dont forget to throw your hands in the air and yell like a maniac when you reach the top right before the drop.
wheres the fun in ducking your head and missing the sights.
it wil be a wild ride so hold on tight
and remember that your truth is your reality
round and round we go
time is an infinite loop of misunderstood truths reality warps and skewed sorts
who am i to tell you whats real when i just expressed that real is a construct of our minds
and time is an infinite loop of reals
as we round the bend and start our climb dont forget to keep your head up
throw your hands in the air and yell like a maniac when you reach the top
right before the drop.