There are things br I will never understand. br The pain, the hate that br exists within my life. br There is nothing but time, br there is nothing real. br br Truth is a concept, br no one ever sees. br No one ever feels it right, br and inside the truth br are only questions br of pain, of reality, br and a forgoing existence, br that has everyone living br outside the truth br and inside tradition, br opinion and thought. br With all being accepted now. br br All truth changes in time… br “Do you remember yesterday? br Was last year the same? ” br In truth, death is reality.