Sometimes reality is a big fake Somehow we live this big dream Somewhere I've never been Some whisper, some shout like us Enough air to fill the lungs Enough food to fill the stomach Enough wisdom to fill the mind Enough sleep to fill the life All I'm scared of is all I've seen All I've seen is made of illusion All success is all I've got All I've got is all I've lost Enough agony to get happiness Enough people to get loneliness Enough rejection to get acception Enough imagination to get real