Dedication

The word is full of different things
Some of them - beautiful cold water springs
Other are ugly pieces of dirt
But beauty is nothing, it's only a word

Someone can say that these words are real
How can't be real what we touch, what we see?
It's only a game of your mind, an illusion
You want it to be, than so shall it be

Are we the gods to create our world?
Or just some slaves for god's crazy mind?
Is there a god? Or maybe it's me?
Answer to question can never be found

Life is not real - it's only true thing
But though, it's not false - false doesn't exist
How can we define this world of myth?
I can say that nothingness rules all of it...