Real Or Not Real?

What if Everything I ever knew Was all a lie? A fake? Would everything I thought Fake be real? You nor I would Cease to exist, our fears, hold us down And we thought they were fake! Ha! How Stupid did we think this would would let us Believe we ruled it? How many years have we told Ourselves we owned it, conquered our fears, only to have Their roots ripped from the graves from dead ones To tease us with our soon lack of self-confidence. When we see what we created? If it was all Fake, our imagination then would only Cease to be a lie. We even base the New realness, the former fake, Off our own former lives Because we are Stuck to it Like bees To Honey