On the Verge of Judgement

Blinded by illusions
Decisions made in haste
Led by false emotions
Against the common sense

...we allow them to take our hands
We may often forget
The attempts determining our way
Made by mistake

All that you might possess
All we ever had
Means nothing in the face of time

The approach of the inevitable fall
Awaits us all with no exception
The light that shone so bright
Will fade away

Someday the form will shatter
Fall into pieces
Dust instead of all creation

I 'm still trying to keep it to myself
This, what even words cannot express...

Is life we all live the life we really deserve? Or maybe we are given only a poor substitute for it? We dedicate our hearts to something that destroys our essential feelings. We spill our veins and with our very blood sign agreements for existence in everlasting rat race. Instead of constant giving we should rather think what we could derive from it. Is the sum of all profits and losses balanced? If we do not receive from our lives what we might expect, are they still the lives worth fighting for?