I’ve always wanted to belong
That has been my life–long hope.
Somewhere where I can be part
Of something greater than myself.
Yet all I perceive is limited
By my perceptions.
I am bound within the scope
Of my existence.
All that passes by around me
Is illusion.
It has no substance,
No separate reality,
but is no part of me either.
It cannot be part
Of the world I inhabit,
Yet can it exist outwith my mind
And my thoughts?
Yet if it exists only in my mind
And my thoughts,
And I stop believing,
Will it not pass away?
Where then do I exist?
Do I exist?