Reality Matrix

it's sort of random, but it has to with wondering what is real and what isn't.

Truth is,
A higher being came to meet me last night
And I fell down in shock and shame
I woke from dreaming
And tripped as I ran
Looking for meaning in this pain
I laugh aloud at shadows on the wall
While they whisper in my ear
Some secrets I can’t understand
But I act as though I can
And nod awhile to show what I don’t know
And walk off
Adorned with Purpose
Sadly lacking in what I comprehend.
But that’s how we all are in the end.
Like the hissing of snow on the roof
These cold and purple nights
My awe could keep me up all night
But I can’t hold to faith in morning’s light
I move from dreams to waking
Not knowing who I am
I don’t know if life some purpose
Or if its one great sham
These memories of memories
In which I drift and dream,
Rumble onward,
Always turning,
Truth is,
They aren’t what they seem.