Questions

Existence,

Or ignorance?

What is life about?

Are we really here?

Do we breathe the air?

Can we smell cut grass?

And can we taste our food?

Do we sound out nothing?

And see each other too?

And are you reading this poem?

Or am I not writing this at all?

Are our senses, forged?

Our thoughts, fake?

Our minds, dreams?

Our emotions, cons?

And the biggest question of all,

Who am I?