Beyond Creation - Social Disability

Is it the end, or is it just me? Will it happen that we'll be set free? Chaos is near: the fear of all fears Shall we continue to hope when faith starts to bleed? When truth isn't told and still controls a fold...I feel blind I'm questioning myself but I can't find... I try to dream but sleep took off. I felt not sure and went for a walk. It is the end and we are not to blame. We'll feel free at last and the game will end This game will end... I feel like I've been told lies from the day I was born Enacting a story that is not mine, is it enough of a burden? I try to climb between the doubts that are surrounding my mind I don't feel free and guess what; I don't feel that I'm being me.