Neural universe

Some days I wonder if I ever really existed

Or am I just a figment of someone’s imagination

A fleeting thought in the grand scheme of existence

In a universe of neurons sparking synaptic constellations


Yet I say to myself, I am one beautifully complex thought

And so is every single thought and emotion around me

Or maybe I am a wandering ghost

With the delusion of partaking in the real world


Either way, it doesn’t make anything less real

I’m a part of time and that’s a privileged thing to feel


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