Nothing exists

But interpretation

As we

All alone

Pave realities

All with varying degrees

Of confidence

That we are on the correct path

I can never explain myself

To myself

Let alone others

I question

Whether anything I do

Can ever change the course

Of my perceived fate

Forever questioning all thought

All perception

As polarities shift

And realities overlap

And I'm trapped

As much as I battle

Sending an SOS

A message

To be coded

Then decoded

By the audience in question.

I may even be dead now

Living out my last chemical outburst

From the brain

Or alive

Yet this so-called reality

Just seems like a game

I don't know anymore

What really exists

Maybe none of it does

The matrix is real

And I'm in transition

I need a release

From this paradox.