The world is an eternal plane of illusions
The people and the past
It is impossible to tell what is real
Or what is really a lie by omission
There are always strings attached
We must NEVER forget that
Because the one string that is overlooked
Could bring the whole thing crumbling down
Soulmates or mortal enemies
What is the difference really?
Neither exist and it's much more likely
That both will break your heart at some point
So how do we decide
Which fine print we are willing to accept?
Its presence is inevitable
It is up to us to pick our poison
How can we be so wrong
So many times
Fall for the worst
And break the hearts of the best
It is a naturally flawed system
And yet it only takes one...