Dead I am,
In a daze,
in a dream,
waiting to be woken,
minute by minute,
I ask myself,
is this really hapening?
Or am I in the future,
looking back,
In the past, maybe,
looking foward
Or am I just non-existant,
The way I feel?
Is that a feeling,
I am truthfully feeling?
Or am I substituting it
for some figment of my creativity
Is that creativity?
Or is there a greater power,
that whispered it to me?
And maybe...just maybe,
I am a silly little soul,
Wandering eternally,
Looking for that one answer,
that answers all..
Mostly my well familiar question
Am I dead

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