There was a girl
Who was of the impression
That life was merely
An escape
From the actual reality
And that reality in itself was not reality
But what we wanted to
Perceive reality as

What is reality?
Is it really there?
Does an ideology such as reality
Even exist?

What is the belief that there is life
After?

How are we so sure?

And then how are we sure we're right?
What does it mean to be right?
What are morals?
What is language?

Are we really present in body and mind?
What if only our minds were?
And the we
We'd like to think we are
Is not we but
Nothing?

What is nothing?

What is life?

What am I?

What is this?

This girl,
Liked to think
That there was no point to this reality

But there is.

Sadly, she saw too soon.