what if I tell you your life’s been a dream,
and soon you’ll awake to the reality of inexistence?
what if I tell you that life is just a puff from God’s cigar,
and soon you’ll be one with invisible air?
what if I tell you that your flesh is just a cover for your broken spirit
that will soon go extinct at the birth of death?
what if earth and all planets that be, are pebbles in the ‘ayo’ of gods;
and soon the game would be over?
what if reality is just fantasy staged in present tense?
what if the creator is a witty illusionist playing chess
with timelines of our existence?
these are not rhetoric,
they are answers with question marks