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I look at my life and how it used to be,
everything is new to me,
nothing is real,
but everything is,
the life is a test,
problem is a quiz
doubts are fake,
hope is the quest,
the mind,
a barrier we must brake,
the soul is steel,
why do we fear our wake,

To fear death is to fear life,
to fear life is to fear love,
so I don't love, but I love life,
I stray from love,
I fear death too,
get the puzzle?
don't worry,
I am confused too

Blue, black orange, green,
colours schemes,
shades or vibration,
real life or imitation,
questions linger,
and dangle on my finger,
I point the finger,
to find the truth,
point to the moon,
is the truth my finger,
or what I am pointing to?