Am I a fiction?

Strange is the Creator Even the ashes are lost But I survive as a story Why did I come and from where? Bound by mind I cannot decode The wisdom is hidden I unfold as love, compassion and joy Sorrow, fear, greed, and hate But, I will disappear Looks unbelievable today I am a drama embodied Who is playing this joke? He sends and withdraws The game is on and on But, why? Am I nothing? Is all an illusion? What is real? Utter helplessness haunts me ,