What’s true and what’s not

Everything is possible

When we think it is

When we do believe

That everything is bliss


But are we what we are

Blind believers in this world

Believing as we please

Until we’re left unfurled


No, we’re human of a nature

We’ve been blessed with pain

And through it all we conquer

By being sane or insane


Although we lead our lives

In blind believers faith

We’ll never know for sure

What counts as stumbling fate


We make our own beliefs

So thinking that we’re right

Until what comes along

May wake us to a fright