Whats Real Anyways?
Is life really real? Or is this just a dream? Where someone is playing with my life? With some evil plot and scheme?
How can u know? If life is more than a game? Where your just a piece to the puzzle? Or really am I the one to blame?
What ever it is, IT wont matter either way, For this to shall pass, Onto tomorrow as just another day.
poem by Richard Goolsby
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