Why am "I''
What is it that draws me here …
Why do I bother when I am not heard?
What illusion is it for me to set free
I know I am not here, cause of me
Should I just walk away and let them be
Their illusion, their reality, the life they live
It is their choice, the way it should be
Not mine to change, not mine to live
Their past has no future, why can they not see
What binds them to death, does not exist
Why do they grieve, why do they mourn
For one that exist in their minds alone
They speak of Love, but only in words
They seek the wisdom, of what they fear
Their choice to change, the life they live
Their emotions, their feelings, their illusion
It matters not, the path they trod
At the end of their illusion
They will ‘Be’ no more ….
What is it that draws me here …
Why do I bother when I am not heard?
What illusion is it for me to set free
I know I am not here, cause of me
Should I just walk away and let them be
Their illusion, their reality, the life they live
It is their choice, the way it should be
Not mine to change, not mine to live
Their past has no future, why can they not see
What binds them to death, does not exist
Why do they grieve, why do they mourn
For one that exist in their minds alone
They speak of Love, but only in words
They seek the wisdom, of what they fear
Their choice to change, the life they live
Their emotions, their feelings, their illusion
It matters not, the path they trod
At the end of their illusion
They will ‘Be’ no more ….
