• Life to me is like a dream,
    something real,
    that ends up being fake.

    It makes me think.
    It makes me wonder.
    What is my fate?
    When will I go under?

    When someone dies,
    where do they wake?
    Where is their home?
    Where was it that they lay?

    For so many years,
    they were caught up in a dream.
    What crazy things did they live for?
    What crazy things did they see?

    What kind of life did they live?
    How many times did they fear,
    fear they were going to die?
    How many times did they love?
    How many times did they cry?

    All these things,
    are surreal and fake.
    Yet if this is the case,
    why are we alive?
    What does it mean to pray?

    Let me give you an answer,
    not something to deep,
    and not something too frail or weak.

    Life is like a test.
    It all depends on you.
    To study consistently will help,
    rather than to weep the day it is due.

    So realize your dream,
    and enjoy it while you can!
    Go outside! Smell the roses!
    Be merry! Be glad!

    Are you ready?
    Was your dream worth the while?
    You'll know when you can read this,
    and still give me a smile.

    Only then will you know,
    that this life, this dream, is truly worth your while...