Echoes of laughter come to me
From deep within the chambers of my ship
Where are the voices coming from-
I was alone at the start of my trip.
Are they real or imagined?
Faces appear and disappear
None I recognize as being mine.
They are always watching when I sleep, when I bathe, when I work, when I dine-
All of the time.
Are they real or imagined?
If two years in space have weakened me
What can I expect from the next three?
I can sustain my life, I know
But can I sustain my former reality?
I want to believe it is happening,
and not just a holo-image of my brain.
The visitors are more frequent now-
I’ve made a breakthrough to a higher plane.
Are they real or imagined?
Am I real or imagined?