Two men and their family died because of lies. They lived their deaths however, that is if you could consider it living. Their dreams hindered and then forgotten. One always sacrificing himself for others, for he believed that if you were well liked you could do anything. He wasted his life this way, till in the end, he killed himself for his family. Believing that the money would help them, he gave himself for them. No one had noticed over the long years how he had started to go insane. No one noticed as he talked to himself more and more as the years went by, or if they did they dismissed it. So in dismissing it they lied to themselves and caused their own demise. Never realizing until it was to late that "Small men get tired too...not just the great." They fought in the last few days for their freedom from themselves but were never bound to succeed in their task. They had lived their lives in the wrong way. They had the wrong goals. The world feed them these goals and they never doubted them. They never dug deep into their meanings or each other. So in not searching they live their deaths.

    As I write this I wonder the same thing, am I living a dream that will never come true. For this man lived his entire life helping others. Gave all that he had. Even his soul in the end. To help others. In the end they all resented him, even his own son. "He didn't know who he was...I know who I am." Was how it was said. He finally had found out who he was, but at a cost to great. He realized in the end he had wasted his life. He had always been looking for that which he would never be able to find.

    What shall be come of me…