The life which we Live
Life is comprised of truths and lies,
some may even be both,
or neither at all.
Fantasies are lived each and every day,
by those trying to escape the reality which they face.
And people wonder why so many always stare into space,
because that may be the only place where their mind is free to play and lay.
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