Lifestyle

 As I am lying on the floor

I wonder what is more

What is real, what is fake

In this string of give and take

Is all my life just an illusion?

 Buy a house and settle down

Move into a nicer part of town

Follow streams and follow flows

Follow the river where it goes

But have a base, have a home

Unless you remain a rolling stone

And even then a line is crossed

Every time you're found and lost

Picked up, thrown to another home

Into the four winds tossed

Life is an illusion 

but then we need four walls

To make a full union

Or else all turns sour

Like slaves we cower

From the master's hand that falls

Show us then the real friend

Who will stand by us until the end