Am I alive?
I mean,
really alive?
Am I here,
now,
in this space,
completely,
totally,
and without reservation?
Or am I merely
occupying this seat,
breathing
and barely existing?
Am I an avatar,
or some shadow?
An unreasonable facsimile
of a person
who could have been
anything,
but wasn’t,
isn’t,
hasn’t
even tried
to taste the bright air.
Just a figment
of a daydream.
Am I really here,
for real?
HG – 2019
