Stay consistent,
Keep in character
Stories should make sense
But what is life
but a story
We tell ourselves again and again?
What is self
but an imaginary friend?
We are not heroes or villains
Only comic relief
To gambling spirits
And bad examples
We are nothing, but created
By God, by ourselves, and others
Beings of imagined communities
As players of the night
We linger, fuck and fight
To the breaking of new dawn
Rise, Immortal Spirit!
For freedom and escape
From the fairytales old wisdom tells
From the fiction that is shared reality.