Lying with a halo.

Chance is the difference,
That changes us inside.
Reality is the visions,
That keep us sane in mind.
If we were born to stop it,
To continue despite it all.
The pressures just keep pulling,
But were not very far.
Theres a light I can see,
But its only growing farther.
Theres a child left in me that keeps pushing me closer.

Till it grew up,
And reality made for giving up.

Perfect little smile,
And perfect pretty face.
This life that we all play,
Is a neverending race.
To find out,
What its all about.

Theres a face I can see,
Its hardly there but I still reach.
Meaning something dead to me,
A new awakening left in me.