Existent

Do we exist, or are we a dream,
For nothing is ever what it seems to be.

Do we really feel? Do we really cry?,
Does time just past on and by.

Are we looking or sensing? Or maybe we can’t see,
Who these fantasies are, but can they see me?

For all I know I could be the one who isn’t here,
Visible one moment, the next, I disappear.