ever wonder if this life is an illusion

you’re the only real person in the world

all your hopes and dreams came true

but you can’t wake up to find them

no one knows the truth but you

and there is nothing you can do

to make the world match your inner sight

but one day… you hope it might

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Author’s Note: Sometimes I wonder if this life is real, when unexpected things come up, whether they’re positive or negative. More often than seems plausible, I find myself thinking thoughts like “wouldn’t it be wild if XYZ happened to me” and then somehow that thing happens, as if I were the narrator of my own waking dreams. A couple lines of this were a fragment of an idea for a poem I had a while back, then recently I watched two Star Trek reruns that happened to feature scenarios where a character thought they were in the real world but it turned out that everything happening in the episode was an illusion. I made a connection back to this and finished it off.