Why Am I This Way?

Every man experiences heaven while he dies
Every man experiences hell while he lives
Every man is met with whats expected in the end
Every single thought will disappear in the wind
Everything is falling apart but its okay
Cuz everything is made of something from another place
Standing here dissolving and returning to my earth
Closing like a book but more alive with every turn
Of the page on the stage where im staring back amazed
At the grave that awaits cuz I dont know where it lays
I am not afraid of heaven cuz I dont know if its real
I am not afraid of hell cuz I dont know what ill feel
Im exposed to the true feelings that come to my head
I am opening myself im not afraid of sharing it
Why is everyone obsessed with their image and their ends
Why do we participate when its really just pretend
Why does god seem like an extension of myself
Maybe god is just what humanity manifests
Maybe I won't feel a single fuckin thing when I die
Why will I go here or there and why do I have to decide