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