How can I be defeated by what I clearly see?
How can I even bear what is now in front of me?
Is the truth beyond the lies?
How many, will cause my demise?
Fact is Fiction
Fiction is Fact
Truth. Lies. Tears. Laughter. Wise. Foolish. Health. Sickness. Fear. Courage. Mind. Body. Status. Equal. Friendship. Enemies. Reality. Fantasy. Black. White. Nasty. Nice. Love. Hate. Life. Death.
So much to care about. So little time.
We call ourselves "Mere Mortals".
Yet we have so much to do/feel/endure...
We should be called Gods