The Other Side

Convinced of nothing, being pulled from both sides,
gotta find what is real, sick of running blind,
nothing adds up looking in from the
outside, separation is taking hold of me.
Too many theories thrown in my way,
sifting through it all trying to take in the knowledge,
causing a collision with a serious
aftermath, can't force a smile within these confines.
Don't know what's coming.
this is not a game.
life and death, are they the same?
in the final hour, who choses my fate?
will I move on or remain in this world?
Convinced of nothing, being pulled from both sides,
gotta find what is real, sick of running blind,
nothing adds up looking in from the
outside, separation is taking hold of me.
No escape from this maze.
in the end you start again.
And then what happens I don't know.
do you know?
can we know?
does it even matter or are we just flesh and bone?
I'm missing something.
don't like what I see.
Can't take shelter in my mind.
All I hear are screams from the outside