Rise

After all, a delusion is just a poor scenario



The story made by someone

A fool's imagination is, a carbon copy of me

I stand in front of the mirror, pretending to be calm

Then I pretend to be blind

I take a deep breath without a thought

I take a deep breath, remind myself

I ask again



What is the truth?

The truth in this world?

Find the truth in your heart



If I close my eyes, I would see it

Closing my eyes, I believe so deeply

Closing my eyes, memory is formed



Is my memory real?

Is my memory made by someone else?

Am I exploited by an invisible me



I will rise and take back myself again



I find again

I ask again

"Am I just myself?"

"I am just myself"