Reality is just a shared illusion

[Secretsoul]

Sitting here longing for a meaning to my life

My past regrets and failures glean me like a knife

to look back is futile, but ahead just as bad

for the future shrouds in mystery and brings the looming scent of death

my purpose doth allude me and allows a precarious note

of hope strung in the future in silver streams of hollow smoke

I've grasped the vast philosophies of religions near and far

Heard the subtle outcries of revolutionists to par

But if my life lay before me predestined in a scheme

Then I'd be no more than passing through another travelers dream

And if I am but atoms misanthropically aligned head to toe

Then my life holds little value in this, the universal flow

For then what would it matter what I do day to day, today?

Would not the world continue on complete alone without me

If God were hosting this extravagant affair

Reasoning would have it there would be more proof of Him

If chance were on the other hand wielding the control

Then where pray tell did the original atom receive it's form

Life is an ever circling blackhole of questioning

the answers to which are rarely met with clarity

so how to piece together this puzzle laid before me

to alleviate my baffled mind and create the world of my dreams

Do I search a thousand years for an answer unique to me

A world of pristine understanding devoid of this soliloquy

Alas I lay here laden with fear as I slowly drift to this conclusion

Perhaps the answer lies within

Then reality is just a shared illusion.