Is reality, a dream?

Where everybody says, to be “unique”

This lie, will soon scream

After it, becomes antique

Illusion after illusion

In this fake, reality

Living with delusions

Identity, has a high mortality

The stench of our failure

Failure, to define our own identity

Learn to be your own saviour

Because you, are your own destiny

Time, is a thief
But so are all of us

We chose to steal each others relief

We just make, a huge fuss

But why do we do it?

Just to fit in?

What happens to our own spirit

That we add, to our sins

Just be yourself

Transforming, how does it help?

Everyone should be, themself

Don't get tangled in a mess like kelp

If we all act, talk and think the same way,

Then how do we differentiate each other?

We should all be unique, and have our own say

We should be ourselves, and not even bother

Is reality, a dream?

Where you say, you are “unique”

This lie, will soon scream

After it, becomes antique