I wonder what it is that makes me wonder
The world I feel is all a dream
How do I know what is wrong or right
How do I know what real and whats not
Question after Question everything runs through my head
I'm incapable of living this way
Wait, I'mI even alive?
Could this be an illusion?
Time ticks and I feel no movement
Is my life evolving without my consent?
Is there a god or I'm I god?
Who made up all these things?
Literature is my poetry but who started it all
Who told who what these words that I write mean
What is the secret behind life?
Is there one at all
Are we all just part of a game?
What I feel is beyond description or words
Its inexpressible
