Is all this for real?

Sometimes I think this is all part of someone's sick dream.
The whole world is a fantasy in someone's awesome imagination,

And when he wakes up,

It will all be over

And he won't remember even half of this immense and wonderful dream.

Would that mean this is all for nothing?

Does all we strive for in life get us nowhere?

Is everything in vain?

Is the whole span of time condensed into a period of darkness

When the mind in all its greatness takes over the conscious reality

And sends it to a realm where things aren't what they seem?

Is life just an unending pit of self sorrow and grief?

But if this is a dream,

If all this is not real,

Does it matter if we try to do the things we know we need to do but can't?

Why are we here?

Why am I here?

Why am I in this place, with these people… in this body?

I wonder if I'll ever find someone to love and who will love me in return.

Why do I have to go through life with no one to hold me?

That's all I really want – to be held by someone who really cares for me.

But if this is just someone's sick dream,

Why do I have to be the one with no one?

Why do I have to be the one to watch people have relationships they don't deserve?

They say there is someone for everyone…

Where's that someone for me?

If this is a dream,

Why doesn't that vicious dreamer imagine someone for me,

Who will love me and hold me?



Dreamer,

Search your subconscious thoughts

And try to find enough sympathy

To dream up
Someone for me.