Questions of life

Bright as the sun, my dreams lay in thought, thinking about its meaning and life on earth in my mind
The bright sun hits as rain flows through the streets and streams across the veins of life and liberty, a sight to behold for all included, showing love to the kindness of lost souls in this endless game of life and death but for we must carry on like normal and one day more
This game will start again differently repeating like a food chain in my very mind of hopelessness, but what is truly the key to victory for one to behold? Is it something you can grasp or is it much farther than such a thing?  Yet madness can spread throughout the person creating a fragments of a broken dream and Idea, losing hope is the minimum goal yet it happens naturally without knowing of what will happen when it begins to overcome one's mind. Is what we live or are living at the moment a lie? Nothing but a fantasy playing constantly in our minds to trick one the average unknowing human beings? or us there more to that such a thing which is unknowing. But alas the sun bright in the sky is difficult to reach as it calls out, falling to its demise but it is never over, only a new beginning to a most truer answer which is unknown to human kind and I'm left alone to think and dream one again.