My old friend

My old friend comes to me
when he's lonely.
My lonesome friend finds me...
himself... Solely!

He thinks I'm crazy, my crazy friend.
To my birth he tries to attend!

A new friend now I have... So much like
my oldest friend! So wrong done! And said!
But not so easily laid!

Let me dream forever with a world of mine... I'm getting tired of this one... Wouldn't it be fair? Couldn't we find peace of mind in our own way?

A world with a mind in the hands of mindless beings! It's so unfair!

I still can't believe my soul needs a body to endure. For I feel them so distinct and so apart! Is it possible for them to be as one if they possess such opposite needs?

We are all but mixes of quantum states... Why must we strive so hard for freedom? Why is it always wrong when it fits as natural?

You say to me it is an illusion? This things I touch, this things I smell, this things I see... This things, you say, are happening anywhere else but my head?
Too many times I tried to tell you... Too many times I was astray... Too many times... Reality is a mere sense we give to things we can't understand nor live with...

You think we will save ourselves from chaos? I see it! I see it! Noone believes! Noone cares!