LostSole
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Reality, a fragile thread,
Woven by time’s fabric in our head.
Every life’s story, yarned or true—
But truly, whose lens defines the view?
Imagination takes its flight,
In the day or in the night.
Existential questions—why?
Whose world is it, and who am I?
So, drink the coffee, create the brew,
Each new day, a journey anew.
Rip the fabric or sew it tight—
In this world, we write our right.
Woven by time’s fabric in our head.
Every life’s story, yarned or true—
But truly, whose lens defines the view?
Imagination takes its flight,
In the day or in the night.
Existential questions—why?
Whose world is it, and who am I?
So, drink the coffee, create the brew,
Each new day, a journey anew.
Rip the fabric or sew it tight—
In this world, we write our right.
