Random part 2

What am I doing?, I have no clue
My body is in japan and my soul is in Peru
Life is nothing but a spinning wheel
Writing is the only way I can deal

People do not understand
I can barely feel the ground on this land
I'm writing to a empty room
In time to be swept away by fates broom

Do we force ourselves to stay alive?
One day at a time, is it the only way we can survive?
So many things in life we have not seen
Hidden from many is that mean?

Do we only perform every day?
With only jokes and nonsense to say
Is it who we really are or just a false act?
I doubt we know anymore, what is made up and a fact

Calm and collective
Patient and selective
What is the real reason we put make up on our face?
To hide forever behind a mask that only we can erase

What is in store?
I often wonder all the more
Actions are all we can control
To reach our mysterious goal

Confusion just like this
Is interesting how we create our own false bliss
As if it's easy as walking across sand
Where is reality?, a principal few can understand