Who Am I, Who I Am

I close my eyes allowing myself to drift into the stage,
Where dreams seems too good to be true.
I can't! I just can't!
My conscience is pulling me back to true reality.
I am awake day and night.
I have nothing but material in my life.
It gives me pleasure to have what I want.
But I am never satisfied, I always hunger for more.
Until I lost everything in a single blast.
My subconscious reached me and set me free.
Now I feel power and freedom
I taste blood and feel massive pain
Surprisingly it bring me the pleasure I never felt before
This is my life, the life that I've been chasing after
My dreams all coming true
Why? Tell me why?
What seems true and real is nothing but a fragment of my imagination
Reality pushed the right bottom,
Of allowing myself to become who I am not
Who I am is not what I want to be
Who I am not is who I want to become