Illusion

You've got your visions and you've got your laws. You've got your system called government clause. Always got to hold me back, all because of what I attract. I only attract the bad because bad is related to sad. Everyday to live I must open my eyes wide, just to let in the light. Say what you want you don't know me, you all are free. I'm stuck in the pain created around me, and all the evil that has seeped in and found me. We're just passing through, we all have nothing better to do. We critize each others judgments, not knowing their history or story. I am made up of others realizations, assuming their true. I am still naive, I still believe all I see is real. Not! What an illusion this life is, yet I still feel pain. Still I bleed. I have the passion of knowing all at once. What are our purposes? Are we just props in this play called life? We just act out pain and strife convincing ourselves such a thing is real. Do we feel or is it just another concept for another set or scene. We just perfect images, we're just test dummies being set up to see if we fufill all we were meant to be. Testing boundaries, how far can we really go. Why are we made to go through all that hurts, when it's just an illusion? Why can't the pain be surreal? So we can just pretend to hurt and just don't feel. People we are just part of a trial and error script, to see if we are right for the part, if we fit the scene. Are we just power junky fiends. This world is a will to power . Cut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!