Reality
What is Reality,and
what is Fantasy?
Am I the Butterfly?
Or,
is it Me?
Seeking answers I can't find
to questions I don't know,
but feel.
What is Real?
How is Reality defined?
The illusion of existence
and self intertwined?
Its something we take for granted,in our Universe!
A mystery
whose depths cannot be divined?
Is self-determination
a wish for some control,
over things I suspect
and things I'm told?
And so... my journey
on a Mobius strip;
a trip toward infinity.
And perhaps,
at some spot, on the journey,
I'll find identity.
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