What if all this life was an illusion

A thought in another’s mind jumbled and distorted in a sought of chaos and confusion

A painting,

Half done, ready for exhibition

Only in the waking

To be torn so crood in sheer disatisfaction
What if our planet was a dot among many

A marble toy for some being’s child

Hitting things into motion

Creating a galaxy so wild

The milky way.
What if our existence was just another man’s dream

Lost so deep in it

That he forgot how it felt to wake up

What shall happen once his eyes open

Shall everything wobble evascently

Shall our very existence cease to exist

Shall our lives really have meaning

What if we were just a few pieces

on some simulated games played by some unknow


What if

That’s the question.

By Paulo.


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