Nothing Exists...

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.