Maybe life is a dream and death is the awakening

Maybe all that we see only exists in our reckoning

Maybe each day is false and our hearts are beating backward

Maybe each breath is forfeit and we are running from a countdown

And maybe we’ve been living merely to exist

And that which we fear is our actual release

For our bail already rendered, sets us free

From the shadows of dreaming to an awakened peace.



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