Why think about what's real when the fantasy makes you smile more?
Why doubt, when you can pretend something is magical until it actually decides to be?
Why give up, when you'd be giving up the world?
Why let it end, when forever is real?
Why crash when it's not you driving?
Why lie, when it helps white overlap with black?
Why cry when ice cream exists?
Why not control your own life, even when it hurts?
Why not write, even when it feels like you can't capture the idea?
Why not sing, even when it sounds wrong?
Why not let live, even when it wants to die?
Why not pick flowers, even when life wilts?
Why not dance in the rain, even though you'll get wet?
Because I'm afraid.
Why be afraid, when there's an army behind you?
Why not try for some courage, even when they aren't there anymore?
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