Is reality real
Or creating a lie
Is alive truly living
Or waiting to die
Is it finding out why
This body exists
Or discovering how
After death it persists
As our conscious amidst
An oblivious bliss
Do we still perceive
Of conception's abyss
Or become nothingness
On a thoughtless vacation
Of permanent time  
Could it be empty spaces
Are all that we find
Devoid in our mind
Would all purpose forego
Each moment of meaning
How could it be so?
With all that we know
And all that we feel
We're still left to question
Is anything real