What if

Everyone has a good side, Everyone lives a bad life. Only few can decide, where they really reside. Maybe I am, one of those few, Because I don't understand others, And I don't understand you. The decisions you make, Like moving pawns in chess, Unravel my thoughts, And the feelings in my chest. How can I know, If this is all real. If this is a dream, Where we all can feel. What if you all are my imagination, The things you do make me question my own creation. What if the myths of heroes and gods, Are simply the truth, with the collated thoughts. What if we're here, Not to show who we are, But to show who we're not, And shine like a star. What if it's hard to explain, The decisions one makes. Is it easy to create lies, Is it because none of us are right? What if I don't know the endless possibilities, But I know, I still can choose for me. Maybe I'm wrong, Maybe I'm right, Only one can know, if they fight.