Is this who I am?
Or am I just a being in a matrix
Walking without restrictions or preferences
I can see my life reflected in the river
Before the sun sets I breathe the essence
Of an old prison from which I’m an inmate
I can’t escape nor do I deserve it
I never asked to be living
We may breathe, we may not
Maybe is just a dream
From which I can’t wake up
Is this who I am?
Do we exist? Or I’m just an idea
That exists in the mind of god
Hopefully I’m not punished
From what they call sin of the mind
Can you forgive my ignorance?
Because no one knows anything
The only thing we know is that, I am
The rest is unknown and unsolved in life
Is this who I am?