If you were to stop and think,
Pausing from the monotony of life to really ponder.
Why do you live, not how, but what is the sole purpose of your existence.
What drives you to keep living the same routine, day in and day out.
Your thoughts are within your mind, yet they are not your own.

You do not own them, just as a dog heels to its master, your thoughts appear.
You do not make an idea, it comes to you. So who are you really, are you a vessel whose soul purpose is to act as a catalyst to another consciousness?
What is the being that is you? It is your mind yet its thoughts are of another.
If you are you and your thoughts are not, who gives you thought?

If you were to stop and think,
Are you really you?