Fiction [Inspired by the album "Fiction and the Fact"]

We are trapped in fiction.
Life--this sinister thing that we call life--
Is nothing more than a thing we call The Fact.

We cannot stop the fact that it is, perhaps,
A Fact,
Yet in the end...
We constantly hope that it is fiction.

Illusions.

Delusions.

Disillusioned--
Forever believing that we can make a change.
We can't make one.

Alone...
We are none.
Together...
We are many.
Perhaps someday we will stop,
Turn our heads,
Close our eyes,
Then realize
That perhaps this reality isn't a fact.
Realize that this reality filled with: 

Burdens

Strife

Loss

Hate

Disease

War

Suffering 

Death

Will finally come to an end--
Shattering like a crystalline curtain--
Forcing us to realize...
To pray...
One last time...
That this life which we call "A Fact"

Is

FICTION