Existence

Do I exist when I’m asleep,
Under spells of imagination?
Or do I simply disappear deep
Down, away from this creation?

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I’m still alive and do exist,
Even when hidden away and far,
Just like the full moon behind a mist
Expecting guidance from her star.

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I am still real when I’m alone
While others forget that I am here,
My heart still beats when I’m on my own
So I don’t need a puppeteer.

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Existence happens every day
Such is the contract we have with life.
This is the fate we can’t get away
From, making each day remorse strife.

 

Full moon in Ophiussa
Photo courtesy of Catia Neto, Portugal, 5 January 2015.

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