Some dream – to be lost in it all,
To think that this matters is simply to think
And to think is to die,
And to die is to dream and to not wonder why.
Some time – it just passes by,
To count the seconds is to think within time,
And to think is to die,
And to die is to think as the time passes by.
Some things, we hold on as tight as we can,
To hold on to these things is to think who we are,
And to think is to die,
And to die is to hold on to these things as life flashes by.
One side you are God, the other you’re man,
And to live in a dream is to think that you can,
And to think is to die,
But to live is to be as the thoughts roll on by.
Right or wrong the thought matters not,
To think that your right is the start of the fight,
See to think is to die,
But to live is to be absent of thought in your mind.