It's All A Dream
By: Merayna
What is life?
We pass these hours trying to live, doing what we can to survive.
Is this life?
Is the struggle between past and present real?
Without the past, there would be no present, yet the present is but a moment before fading away into the past.
Without the present there would be no past, and without the past, there would be no present.
The mind makes the differences between the two, neatly ordering them into different categories, are they different, or are they the same?
Each moment we live is all a part of a moving picture in which we survive, but is that the stuff of life?
What keeps us living? Is this place and time we live in even real?
What is reality?
Are we all real?
What is it that we were put on this place for?
What is our purpose?
These emotions we feel, that course through our veins, is it real?
Is this life?
We see a person and in that moment, we know that we are meant to be together.
Is this life?
What am I?
We have classified ourselves and those around us, but what are we really?
Are we only living, breathing organisms?
Are we spirits?
Do we live on forever?
Or do we die forever?
In single moments, life is right, what it is meant to be.
It is perfect in a sense, yet that moment passes and it fades away in existence.
Yet we hold onto that memory and live in the hopes of finding that moment again.
It's all a dream.
It's just all a dream.
By: Merayna
What is life?
We pass these hours trying to live, doing what we can to survive.
Is this life?
Is the struggle between past and present real?
Without the past, there would be no present, yet the present is but a moment before fading away into the past.
Without the present there would be no past, and without the past, there would be no present.
The mind makes the differences between the two, neatly ordering them into different categories, are they different, or are they the same?
Each moment we live is all a part of a moving picture in which we survive, but is that the stuff of life?
What keeps us living? Is this place and time we live in even real?
What is reality?
Are we all real?
What is it that we were put on this place for?
What is our purpose?
These emotions we feel, that course through our veins, is it real?
Is this life?
We see a person and in that moment, we know that we are meant to be together.
Is this life?
What am I?
We have classified ourselves and those around us, but what are we really?
Are we only living, breathing organisms?
Are we spirits?
Do we live on forever?
Or do we die forever?
In single moments, life is right, what it is meant to be.
It is perfect in a sense, yet that moment passes and it fades away in existence.
Yet we hold onto that memory and live in the hopes of finding that moment again.
It's all a dream.
It's just all a dream.