The illusion of life, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
When I look back at life, I wonder if its real Look back in to my past, things done seem so unreal Is life an illusion, or is it just a dream How do we really know, if life is what it seems I’ve always had my doubts, but life can feel so real So what if I am wrong, what if it is unreal How can I escape from, a never ending dream Would I really want to, this worlds not bad it seems I see beauty and love, wonderful things so real Terror and destruction, why can’t they be unreal At night I try to sleep, escape in to a dream Is that life the real one, or the illusion it seems Look into the mirror, is the reflection real Am I the illusion, is it me that’s unreal Inflict pain on myself, to wake up from the dream Yet I’m still here or mad, there’s no escape it seems