Seemingly less needed as the solitude breaks loose among the
many living, yet noted so vague as the Bullets on the book
read to the day and loaded with volunteer feuds A brink
of sure destruction to come as the reaper swings the scythe
your life meaning no more then another is no real
sacrifice to live in vain yet live with no honor you are
not alive at all we are the shells that become hollow from
the haunting of the ghost in the past we hold behind us.

people live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true.
That is how they define reality. but what does it mean to be Correct
or True? merely vague concepts...Thier Reality may all be a mirage.
Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?