In a world full of lies, shall I be the one to tell the truth? Is the world full of lies or did I make my mind become numb to all love and kindness? With a bottle full of water, mind sober, I’m swaying from one foot to the other. I used to battle my demons in a different way, but I paid with a thousand pints, each half-filled with pain. Why should existence be as complex, when the foundations are so easily comprehensible? Why can’t I just exist peacefully and simply think of things, not be plagued by them? Silence my mind for once, whoever you, the creator, may be.