Crazed are my illusions from the figment of my imagination.
Kicking back now, in the horrifically new generation.
Still wondering, what is out there?
As I quietly make my surroundings, with my frightened look, I would stare.
Loosening my grip, ready for any kind of fight.
Looking up towards the sky, there I see a light.
Still wondering is it my time to die?
Lying here, just wondering why.
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