The Truman world is fake, the Truman show is real.
How can you keep the boundary still?
The Truman world is real, the Truman show is fake.
How can you make my visions fade?
My world is “a television show that gives hope and joy and inspiration to millions”
Then who am I?
Am I your cast?
Am I insane?
Am I fake?
Am I real?
Or am I myself?
Is it a deprive for my world, or a creation of my world?
“There is no more truth out there than there is in the world I created for you.”
“The same lies, the same deceit.”
Your creation is truly a fairytale, a utopia,
But I never been outside for my whole life,
What can be more deceitful?
“I know better than you know yourself.”
But my mind is free, where you cannot spy on me,
My mind is broad, so I can think of everything, embrace everything,
From gorgeous sunglow to the mystery eclipse,
From the hysterical storm to the calm sea,
I look through everybody’s countenance, into their heart and soul,
I can find out what and who is real.
So I escape, and you cannot impede me,
Tearing down any obstacles you carefully crafted,
Even you throw me into danger,
Even you attempt to push me to demise, force me to step toward grave,
I will still stand up, roar, and run,
Come to your front and say,
“I belong to the truth,”
And greet to the world,
“In case I don’t see you,
Good afternoon, good evening, and good night.”
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