I wake up each morning,
blue sky shining bright.
I wonder if this world is real
or built from coded light.
Maybe God is guiding us,
or aliens far away
are watching as we move around,
just players in their play.
I see the same old daily rush,
the running and the noise.
are we made for all this hustle,
or acting without choice?
The universe feels endless
no beginning, no clear end.
where we came from, where we’re going-
no one can pretend.
Birth, life, death-
still wrapped in mystery’s seal.
and I keep asking quietly:
is any of this real?