...Sometimes.

If you think of it this way,
there's not too much to say,
when you make life like you please,
you can also make it cease.

But if you're just passing through,
like it all can end real soon,
shouldn't there be much more,
to all things we have for sure?

If everyone's their own,
of course there's more than we're shown,
behind the cores there are walls,
and behind, each one falls.

If life could be what I wish,
wouldn't all choices be stiff?
If I could be what I want,
wouldn't I be what you can't?

Probably I'll never know,
mostly, those things never show.
People are false, they all act.
I do know that for a fact.

Welcome to life as it is:
far from what we all believe.
Nothing is never for real,
even a life, you can steal.

So can you make your own way?
I tell you it's not easy as they say.
I've been around for a while,
nobody'll care if you die.

Sometimes, the world from afar seems like the best place to be.
(Right, as if there actually were other choices...)