Utopian Existence

Are you sure that you exist?
Or you are just a concept of something?
You are matter in the space
And if not by time you die
To believe on confusing images
Dark and white entities
That walks you here
Is it real that the blood runs?
That your heart beats
Is it truth that you feel porn
Of body and soul
Maybe you are a fantasy
Or the spontaneous accident
To who you own the breath
For whom you come to the world
Trapped in the night of time
Trapped in the oblivion of nobody
Free of what you don’t want
Maybe you don’t exist but you are here
Are you sure that you exist?
Or you are just a concept of something?
You are matter in the space
And if not by time you die