Searching answer
Sometimes I wonder, would it really matter?
If I weren’t here, would things shatter?
The wind would still blow, the sun would still glow,
Even if I were no longer in the flow.
In my heart, I question this reality's claim,
Is today’s truth just part of the game?
The ones with me now will one day depart,
Take their own roads, leaving me in the dark.
In truth, is anyone really mine?
In this world of illusions, we all walk the line.
I don’t know how long I'll endure this pain,
Smiling outside while inside, it rains.
