Your life is yours anyway

Trampling on the history, the microscopic fantasy that the world isn't what we thought it would be.
Killing the dream of what we thought we'd be, the tragic, infatuated...lost people of history.
Religion isn't "it", realize your pain or get out of the way. Never sounding your horn or the raging chorus of idiotic, chaotic raffle of what the  life you've chosen to..live.
Sitting inside the walls of what your fantasy and reality...are.
It's disturbing your sleep, creating the painful creep in your mind, your listing, your pain, the tragic and carefulness you thought you had is...gone.
You see the pain and raging torrents of your frustrations and fear, telling you that, like "Pink Floyd" says...is there anybody in there.
What are you to say about who you are, you're lying, dying and laughing at everyone else trying to make their way in the world of what you thought you'd wanted to be.
You're just laughing at the world.
Grab yourself, stand up. Get together and make-up. You shouldn't wait to feel the rhythm of your pain.
Don't let the drugs take it away. Let your mind heal your soul, let your thoughts break you out.
It's always in yourself, it's never in the wealth. Don't forget who you are, don't let them train you like a puppet on a stage, let the chaos reign on your parade.
It never ends...this life. Don't let them, don't fret with what they say. Your life is yours anyway.