The grace within ourselves

Is life simply an illusion?
A never ending dream
Clutching at straws and pieces
The vision of the great dream

Time waits for no man
Don't you ever think how we'd ever live
Past our experiences and fears
Progressing our lives along

If we ever flash back to the days
Where we lived and loved like no one else did
Every passing thought was just an idea
Without the burdens and pressures of the world

What if we'd lived differently
Wasted our time so we think
Well all those are just a waste of regrets
No use crying over spilt milk

When we hear the music playing
What do we ever think?
Will we be happy or sad
When all of this is over?

(I wrote this after inspired by Dream Theater, and some conflicting emotions and experiences I've had this past month especially, and past year...)