If Life is a perception of your own reality
how do you explain the savagery
gruesome murders senseless acts of violence
the eerie sound of silence after a car crash
or when you trip fall and friends laugh
from major to mediocre
angels to ogres
when is life actually over
If life is indeed the perception of my own reality
then i shall perceive real not to exist and define life as a kiss
sweet in its progression but theres a darkside like the moon
though perfect in its invention
always over to soon