6 August 2012
Like a vanquished tale of fairy,
To know this life is far too dreary.
What is real?
And what is illusions?
Like the foams in the ocean,
They came and gone.
We all walk the path of the ghost,
Within this hollow shell we dwell in.
The truth is plain and cruel.
Yet still our dreamy life we pretend.
Will I feel my solid existence?
Or all is nothing but a cloud of electrons.
Is it true as the way we perceive the world?
Or our worldly presence hinder our sight to see through the truth?
Will answers be granted?
Or this vanity will still tread on?
Living As The Doll • Opuss № I