Am I a figment of someone’s ongoing stretch of imagination?
Am I real?
Am I God?
Am I me? Am I the universe?
Am I an illusion?
Am I as simple as an ant?
And is an ant simple?
What is there to be certain of in this world?
When everything is an uncertainty—
As I look to the sky
A star shoots across the night-ceiling
in a twinkling gleaming bright luminescent light
And I am reminded…
I am a part of all of this...