Is this a dream
A false wall in life
Waiting for me me crash into a fake tunnel
Or is my tunnel just the dream
Stumbling through fake walls
As I see the challenges and struggles pass
Each one breaking or breaking me
Each one a painting of me or the world
Either way it's paint, my eyes are paint
I'll love it, then hate it, then feel indifferent
Either way it's just paint
And how beautiful the canvass is
God has given us the reason
To appear as an emotion and feel
For that split moment, we are true, we are more than God
We live all our life for that one moment, for existential only to be removed
You know, I love you
And I'll miss this moment
Tomorrow I may hate you
