Am I real or just a fantasy. A made up division of my reality.
Am I fake or full of clarity. A piece of fabric defined in tragedy.
Is this greatness a blatant disgrace of democracy. A fool by natures own prosperity.
Is this creation blessed by faith. Slain by graces uncertainty.
Is life a book about Philosophy. Chained to existence by serenity.
Can this dream be like Socrates. Emphasized in some sort of photography.
Is this call some sort of prayer. Captured by a madman's theory of relativity.
-Comet