Jan 97~ Heaven or Hell?

It is heaven? or hell? I can't quite tell, but with you here it's all the same anyways. I'm not sure I'd be able to tell the difference all the same. Who are you? Why all the masks? What is it you are hiding? Why do you hide the real you? Why do I hide the real me? What is real anyway? Who are we really? Bored, dreary people with so much, yet so little to do. Twiddling by our time, and our lives with frivolous things that mean nothing. What are we trying to prove? And to whom are we trying to prove it to? You may say, to yourself, to the real you. But isn't the real you content with just being you? Why must we have something to prove? Questions. Answers. Questions and answers. We all seek them, we all ponder, we all wonder. So why do you think that you are special? Why are your thoughts any more important than what others have to offer? But then we are all special, and we all have gifts to offer. You blame others for holding you back, when you are the only one to blame. For no one can hold you back unless you let them. No one has power over you until you let them have it. Things are so strange. You think you have it all figured out, and then BAM! It's all just mass confusion once again.