Well...for those who hate reading long poems, I'm extremely sorry for the length of this piece. Its just that I had a lot of questions when I started writing this down.
As I look back on my life, all my memories, my moments seem so distant. Its like I've been floating through existence looking at my life unfold. It makes me question if any of it was actually real. Can reality even feel so real?
The poem is basically about this feeling and a lot more.