Existence

Existence, anyone ever thought about it?

Suppose, everything that we see and feel doesn't exist?

Suppose, we are just pieces of imagination living in some writer's mind? Ready to disappear the minute he stops thinking?

Suppose, the joy, the memories that we hold, they are just nothing but an illusion of time?

Suppose, every physical contact that we make with anybody, they are just another brain-generated impulse of abstract concrete?

Suppose, everthing that we are taught to believe are false?

Suppose, love is not the true virtue?

Suppose, evil is what we are born to commit?

Suppose, everyone now is dead? And all happenings in this world is merely the intertwining of dead brainwaves?

Suppose, rot is what we smell in the air?

Suppose, there are many more supposes to be made about this existence?

These are the answers left unanswered, yet we live on, and we embrace love as virtue and evil as crime.

Yet, look around you, good or evil, black or white, can you differentiate it?

Life is after all, not black nor white.

In this dull grey we live with questions.