What if...

What if the facts were false? What if life is not what it seems?

What if I am asleep now,
and this reality is but a dream?
Could it be that my slumber's realm
Is the Existence, and the life?

What if I am a dying star,
dreaming of a normal life?
Am I in reality a spirit in strife,
seeking refuge from some war?

How am I to know at all
If what I see isn't delusion?
Maybe I am under invasion,
or a face painted on a wall.

What if we are all just imagination
Of an active mind elsewhere?
Could my possessions be fictional fare
divined to cause another's elation?

What if, what if... my mind resounds,
Puzzling on the reality of illusion.
Who needs any of this education,

If life is really just doomed grounds?

Author's Note

My inspiration is basically my classroom, where I do everything except study. Explains that last bit, doesn't it?
Hope you like it, just tell me what you think.

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

deepa,

The illusion which always made the writers as wanderers was the question of "if". Incidently as writer you possessed it for a while. THE STRANGE DREAMS ARE NATURAL FOR HIM/HER AS it is doomed for the inevitable.
excellent
Carry on............

M P Ramesh

[Herrero Ragde]

Very well done. Profound and inquisitive...the classroom part, I would have done without, although I understand the need to include it.

[Bookynr]

Excellent. Such deep thoughts only poetry can convey. Keep going!