Maker

If my mind can only simulate, The very part that I extrapolate, As some form that seems to emulate, How I function in my present state,,, Am "I" me because I think and feel, If I'm free then why is fate so real, Can I "BE" beyond some 7th seal, Will my maker stand and have me kneel,,, And do I ask if theres a reason why, I'm the last of us that has to die, Does it matter what I am inside, Will be dead before I close my eyes,,,? So was there ever an eternity? Still such a question has averted me, To an answer thats inserted me, Into religions that converted me,,, But whatever lets the air I breathe, Be a sign of whats inside I need, Thats so divine and ohh so heavenly, Until the time it come's to set me free,,,