what if this so called reality was an illusion,
we all know we were brought into this earth with our minds filled with confusion,
yet lately i have been thinking about my life and it's my creator,
i'm just a tiny space within a picture, just like how within a tree lies countless number of pieces of papers,
i can feel, smell, taste, hear,and i can see,
but i know that within me, there is a flame burning with skepticism,
and one day i hope to find the meaning behind it all.