Our existence

I love
I hate
But what is true
If anything at all

We live in our world
Obsessed with ourselves
And we think we know the truth

But what if…
What if we woke up one day
And saw that nothing
Nothing is true
And all is a lie

What if we where little flowers
In a field of stars
And we where being picked
One by one
By other beings
Beings we call gods

And when they’d pick us up
With their innocent hands
We´d wake up
And see

See that we are only tiny drops
In the ocean of life
And as one and one
We accomplish little

But if we unite
We might do as we choose
The field might be better
But it might get worse

In the field are many flowers
As you will see
Yellow and red
Orange and blue

Violets and sunflowers
Lilies and roses
All are picked
Equal, not different
The gods do not care

We are all the same

Live your dream well
While you can
Take little heed of differences
Try to get along
For one day you will waken
And sleep might not come again
-Norn

p.s. afsakið ef það eru stefs./málfræðilegar villur… ég skrifaði þettað bara as it came, var ekki mikið að spá í villur…