Thoughts come and go
The fluidity of thoughts and time are irrevocably linked
One moment I’m dreaming
of changing past trauma
or inventing it
creating a new drastic future
in the present
My human experience is a cacophony
of memories, dreams, visions and sensations
that make the present feel like a surreal
stream of consciousness
that is neither real nor imagined
Am I real?
Or is this the Matrix?
Am I the one,
bending space and time like Neo?
or is it the nature of the Universe
to bend to our will?
Death will come
Time will tell
Or will there be nothingness,
which may be the rest we’ve longed for?
Or maybe we live forever as spirits
dancing through mediums
like a feather in the wind
God only knows
I only know I am here hereafter
until nevermore never exists
This is the eternal paradox
That the measure of life’s existence
is existence itself
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