Questioning

Hold me close,

Let me scream.

Am I yet awake,

Is this still a dream?

How can it be,

Is this really life?

Do we actually act like this,

Amidst all the strife?

Death and fear,

It's all going so fast.

Can I live in a muffled cloud,

Surrounded by enchantments of the past?

I watch, as things happen,

Hiding, behind a mask.

Does everything have to be

Completed in a way so rash?

I question all that is around me,

As I think, as I breathe.

Can it truly be,

Is everything solved so easily?

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