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why am i in this story
why am i in this place
why do i care so much
for a life without such grace
a siren calls to me, and says
“come where the path is easy
these accidents of birth
are not your effort worth
nor greater meaning found
where misery abounds;
great things you'll find
with it off your mind”
but we go separate ways
why do i dream of things and meanings
that belong not to my like
why do i wish to make a world
in which i would be fake
am i really a coherent being
or am i lost in a dream
if that's where love is, then
don't wake me