Am I real?
I did not exist in your world until now,
Yet you did not conjure up these lines,
Was I always here? Do you know? How?
Do you not follow? Shall I explain? Fine.
I have lived and so have you,
But we have never met nor shall we,
To my existence I have given a clue,
Which end it achieves is yours; Torture or glee.
By reading this you now know I’m here,
In words alone maybe, but it shall suffice,
All this can be seen, do not fear,
For we both exist. Isn’t that nice?
Now you know, come seek me and find,
If I’m here, or inside your mind.