Our life is a dream,

Did you notice

Who built everything we see before us

Everything we see is just a projection,

If given the choice, would you stay or awaken

My life seems to have been predetermined,

Repeating in this cycle of time.

My body rises, but my soul lags behind

The light has turns to black

My mind, connected to emptiness, is a blank.

Suddenly, one day, a voice spoke and asked

Who am I? Why am I here?

At that moment, it was like falling into a black hole,

Constantly questioning my existence.

Why am I me?

What made me who I am?

Is everything I see real or illusion?

Our life is Fxxking dream

When the seed of awakening is planted,

I begin to doubt everything around me.

I start noticing every coincidence and detail,

I turn my thoughts inward

Watching each breath I take.

When all my senses are awakened and all my energy returns,

I find the most primal strength.

I discover the laws of the universe and the meaning of life,

When I open my eyes again,

Reality and dreams are just a thought apart.

Our life is a dream,

Did you notice

Who built everything we see before us

Everything we see is just a projection,

If given the choice, would you stay or awaken