Why Have I Existed
I have seen it through a dream, a lost soul, me. Trying to uncover the secrets of my life, I am shy to truth and he only knows but i cannot find him; everyone else has made him up for me. Like a child I drank from whatever cup they gave, my father told me to never in life meet the man they call " I wish I knew" but I am too curious. I made his acquaintance, I got to know him too well while my past mistakes all laughed at my face. Is it funny all what I've said? My life is a joke so let me tell it, and perhaps...