Why do we wake when our dreams are great?
Why do we love what is fake?
Life is a journey we will never understand,
It's connections and confessions,
Chosing the right direction,
It's chaos and beauty at the same time,
They say we could change the world,
With just our minds,
There is never enough time,
We have to move quick,
Cause soon we will be dying,
All we could do is try,
Try to do what we were born to do,
There we be obstacles we have to make threw,
We must follow the clues,
In the end will we win or lose?

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