Is This All Real?

When I close my eyes,
I wonder—where am I?
Is this all real?
Or is it just what I feel?

I sit here, thinking of the future,
But what if this is the future?
The weight of this moment is high—
A truth I can't let pass me by.

Wondering—where am I now?
And who have I become, somehow?
Everything feels so strange, surreal,
Yet somehow, it all looks real.

I want to know just what this is.
Or am I the only one who found it like this?

The same question again I ask
To the person behind the mask:
Is this all real?
Or is it just what I feel?

It seems like time has come to a stop.
But what if time has really stopped?
If so, then I’m trapped,
Left with the echo of what I’ve just done.

But no one alive can command time’s flow—
Not even the god I think I know.

I was given two paths before:
To return home… or follow the voices.
Will I regret the path I chose?
Or is this simply how fate unfolds?

It all feels like fiction—
But this isn't fiction.
Because I’m really here.
And I can’t believe this is real.

So I ask again, in this dream I feel:
Is this all real?
Or is it just what I feel?

-Nin Nin