The more expression there is inside.
The objects of the real world all fade out.
As if they aren't bona fide.
Time loses meaning, but it's all I have,
Because without it all I have is this.
And don't get me wrong, what I have is great.
But it's not my final wish.
There is no prerequisite life,
To reach a life to be admired.
This is the mantra I keep telling myself,
To keep myself from getting tired.
But it's alright,
You can always live your dreams through your kids.
Cause they are sure to do just what you want,
To live the life you never did.
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