Which Way to Live
Dreams are an awful thing,
Mice of Men livin' on fantacy.
Can't end well, only die brutally.
Ignorance is bliss
only when the alternative is this
reality.
Which way will fare the best?
It is hard to say
Suppose one must pick thier poison
and lay in the bed they made.
Dreamers ride the rollercoaster.
Realists sit on the merry-go-round.
It is easy to ride life on the highs
but awful, crashin to the ground.
The constant circle is simply mundane.
It does not inflict any less pain.
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