fauxcroft

Is the universe real

Or just a construct of our conscious mind

As well as the construct of time

Designed and defined by thoughts

Creation defined out of energy and light

From which everything is created

And everything then is illusory

And it just a role we are playing

In our own play we are directing

Improvising as we go along

And the stars we look up to at night really don’t belong

For things only truly exist when seen by your eye

But cease to exist when you look away for they were just constructs of mind.