Who are we really

Who are we really,

When all we know is this.

We know the happiness and pain,

The things that just exist.

Who are we meant to be,

This world is so unclear.

Somehow you have to live it,

I wonder if it’s near.

The happiness outside the pain,

The joy in the disaster.

The distance that we have created,

Everything’s much faster.

I want to stop the world and see,

Is this meant for me?

The crazy and the wild,

The reality of being free.

You and I know there’s so much more to this,

A kiss of sin, I can’t resist.

A world away, I never thought,

It would all come down like that.