I am a man of many faces
Have been to so many places
And seen so many faces
Sad on smiles and smiles of sadness
I was born to die and die to be born again
If everything between my birth and death is an illusion
Why do I keep chasing my fantasies?
Is there a hidden truth in them
Or I my a ghost after its own shadow?
I hide from my dreams only to realize I have been sleeping all these while.
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