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.