Is There Really a Reality
Who says that we are who we are?
Are we really someone else’s reality?
Do we have our own identity?
Am I who I see in the mirror?
Do I really see what is before me?
Or am I only what my mind wants me to see?
How can I know what is real?
What I should accept as true?
Is there really something called real?
Or is reality actually nothing?
Could it all be a fantastic dream?
Do I have to trust others to tell me?
Do they know the truth?
What do they see when they look at me?
Are they even real?
Am I real for that matter?
Does it matter in the grand scheme?
Am I everything?
Am I nothing?
I know, at least in my mind, I am real
Maybe?
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