Picture yourself becoming a parent
Its not hard if u try I promise that matter

Live your life in a lie
Or in prison with chains
Livin hard with no faith
Baby cries u wont listen

U tried so hard, the baby is sitting in the kitchen
Throwing food and her biscuit
There’s no target when she wrist it
Only the action: u will miss this

But u saw it and became angry on a child that did not understand
Sad she became so u read her a fairy
Lies that becomes her truth later on with booth filling her shoes that she is wearing

Halucination in its nature on its prime
There is no lies only beliefs that becomes to life, our real spine is open for new realities all the time
Information that builds our life’s
Passes on when we want a lie to stay out alive

I guess thats why I cry
Before my baby
Opens her eyes
Her first look
Will she believe a life?
Or will she just think that this cant be true?