Doing nothing while I'm feeling the breeze
Nothing troubles my mind my heart is at ease
So why do I find the desire to write
To work on something late into the night
I suppose I have a desire to feel
To make others realize this world is surreal
To show them they can live in a world of pretend
Where the happiness and fun just doesn't end
But now you have to choose the real or the fake
The fake is as real as you want it to make
The real is also as fake as can be
You can see anything you want to see
Now I leave the decision to you
You have to choose what you want to do
To live in the real or the one that you made
Either one you choose the decision will fade
Choose the fake and now it's your real
Now at the beginning confused you will feel
Live in the real and you still have a choice
In this circle of thought I sit and rejoice
And now I have a choice to occupy my mind
The fake, the real, or the world of the blind
It's amazing what you think when your mind is at ease
Sitting here doing nothing, just shooting the breeze
