Utopian Existence - Sorrowful

Are you sure that you exist?

Or you are just a concept of something?

You are matter in the space

And if not by time you die

To believe on confusing images

Dark and white entities

That walks you here

Is it real that the blood runs?

That your heart beats

Is it truth that you feel porn

Of body and soul

Maybe you are a fantasy

Or the spontaneous accident

To who you own the breath

For whom you come to the world

Trapped in the night of time

Trapped in the oblivion of nobody

Free of what you don’t want

Maybe you don’t exist but you are here

Are you sure that you exist?

Or you are just a concept of something?

You are matter in the space

And if not by time you die