I don’t mean to imply...

If we lived in a bed there would be a sheet that represents life it almost seems neat.

If you really think about it what lies could veil, a truth so uncompromised it fills the sail.

All must be difficult in a world filled with vain, when all could be simple and untouched by disdain!

If the world was one could we even survive, with the mentality of a child how can we thrive?

I touch the sky why must I try, I live in the lie that it’s bad when we die.