Reality Is Imagining

Falling heights
Towering Seights
It's going so fast
I dont think I can last
To get back is a climb
I'm falling so hard
Yet slow in time
Climbing up high
I'm flying through the sky
What's real is gone
What's there is withdrawn
Losing control of oneself
The hardest match itself
Then I'm falling once more
While I'm trying to soar
Fighting myself for control
And only using heart and soul
But dark must come not light
Even though thoughts reamin so bright
And while all seems lost in this fight
And the hope grows dim
The blackness is too grim
Opening your eyes
And seeing the lies
To wake up is the first goodbye

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