Trap Between to Be or not to Be

You,
Think, You know for sure, if
Your true You, is your Ego,
Or your reflection from a well full
Of water, if that pelt You are taking care,
Hard enough, with suspicion, that You would never surrender,
Or let it go, is just another man, from a parallel
Frame, if that pills that You consume, which is worse
Than a cheap perfume, is not to keep You healthy,
Is maybe to keep You close to reality, or more crazy.

They are the ones that are maybe created to make you
Understand, or to doubt of any faith, make you believe
That a dead man can stand, I still don’t believe in that
Even if they give me a full pharmacy, that’s why I faint.

Reality is the one that give you the addiction,
And Stop  your ambition,  the substance,
Keeping you calm, making You want,
So, why you want it so bad?
If you know the cause of that,
If all diagnostic disease
Is like a dress well fit.

If the rejection from the flock of society
From being different,  
Is only the fear, because you are
Above normality,
If the real life elapse
In your imagination,
While your mind lie to You,
With traps of sensation,
If your feelings has a button
Of power,
And your thoughts, where programed
Like a software,
If the things you worry for,
And feel sad about it,
Is not really true and it does not
Really happens,
Is part of your imagination,
If we are just soul, and our
Body the prison,
And we don’t really exist,
We are just an illusion.

SENA