What if beauty wasn't so depressing?
What if imagination wasn't the basis of all fear?
If we all knew it all, could you live with that?
There are no more variables, no audible questions.
No chances, no surprises, and no problems unsolved.
But the truth can be the worst thing your mind can't unsee.
All you know is truth, so imagination has died.
You sit back and watch what you saw in your dreams unfold,
Make a change and all else is forgetten, so did you change anything at all?
We'd all love to know, but would hate to remember,
What life has in store for us, just around the corner.
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