The Truth(?)

Don't tell me the world is fair, enough with the rigmaroles
This life's a twisted movie with no sequel and we're all just playing different roles
Some people sleep on cardboards, some king sized beds but we all have dreams, different goals
We wish we could achieve,  the burning desires from our souls
Though I wasn't  born with a silver spoon I thank God for providing the food in my plate, I won't mind using my hand
And I keep thanking him cos I know there's a lot of mysteries in this world I'll never understand
So many questions for which proper answers I demand
Like why is a virus threatening the existence of my mother land
Was this shit planned? Do the leaders have hands in this matter
Why is the poor dying and these political leaders just getting fatter
What if the media  just  sugar coat lies and serve them to us on a golden platter
And we just fill up our mouth,  munch,  swallow, and digest it with deceptive water
We are told everything that happens to us since birth is hashtagged destiny
So we just accept changes in retrospect of our uncontaminated mentality
And turn our back on the truth, be deaf and blind to reality
Until we all become casualties to an abnormal normality
Its your life so I encourage  you to turn deaf ears to all these nonsense
Pick up that pencil and become your own architects
I pray u will achieve soon what you define as success
And be great to the point where u gonna relax and ask 'what's next'.