Life Is Whatever We Conceive It To

For Valuing Your Own Suffering Sets On It The Gold Of A Sun Of Pride. Suffering A Lot Can Originate The Illusion Of Being The Chosen Of Pain.

If This Be To Have Sense, If To Be Awake Be But To See This Bright, Great Sleep Of Things, For The Rarer Potion Mine Own Dreams I'll Take And For Truth Commune With Imaginings

I Wasn’t Meant For Reality, But Life Came And Found Me.

You Breathe Better When You're Rich.

If We Knew The Truth, We'd See It; All Else Is System And Outskirts.