Reflections

Do you really ever truely wonder, If we are actually living here? Like lightenings the reflection of thunder, are we just the clear image in the mirror? are we just a product of someones mind, pretending that we are living true lives? are we the dolls that children gladly find, to play with in their small human doll hives? Maybe we are ghosts reliving the past. Eternally living onward through time. If so which life would truely be our last? What if we are all just a simple mime? We think we are the master over all. When we may just be the real masters scrawl.