every now and then i tend to ask myself

what am i doing here

do i really need to put it all on sale

yet i fail to understand really who i am

in this world of masquerades full of deceit and lies

don't know how you pretend

that you're always in control

we're all just firefighting

to clear the mess you curate

and you're just lost in the role you try to play

there's really nothing that we truly own

it is but an illusion

you think that you run the world

isn't that just a delusion

scared

of the truth

we let the light prevail

the air smells of deceit

i struggle

to find my way

there's really nothing that we truly own

it is but an illusion

you think that you run the world

isn't that just a delusion