Just Illusion of Existence?

In the quiet hours of night, I ponder deep and wide,

Beneath the starlit sky, where shadows softly glide.

Is this heart's soft beating real, or but a fleeting dream?

Do I feel this, or just illusion of existence’s seam?

The moon whispers secrets, ancient and profound,

Yet, I question if its light truly touches ground.

Are the whispers in my soul echoes of the past,

Or mere illusions, in my mind's shadows cast?

When morning breaks, with golden hues so bright,

Is the warmth upon my skin the dawn's first light?

Or am I lost in a world where senses deceive,

Where reality and fantasy endlessly weave?

I walk the earth, feel the grass beneath my feet,

Hear the wind’s soft murmur, nature’s gentle beat.

But in each sensation, a question does arise,

Is this true feeling, or a mirage in disguise?

The laughter of a child, pure and sweetly clear,

Does it touch my heart, or just brush near?

When tears fall, in sorrow or in joy's embrace,

Are they signs of truth, or a dream's gentle trace?

In love's tender touch, and in friendship's warm hold,

I seek answers to questions, ancient and old.

Do I truly connect, heart to heart, soul to soul,

Or are these connections but a part of a role?

When I gaze into eyes, reflecting my own,

Is there a universe, or am I alone?

Each touch, each glance, each whispered word,

Is it truly felt, or merely heard?

In the tapestry of existence, woven fine and tight,

I search for threads of truth in the dark of night.

Do I feel this life, with its joys and pains,

Or is it a phantom, a trick of the brain?

Yet, in these musings, one truth I find,

That the quest for meaning is uniquely mine.

Whether real or illusion, this journey’s part,

Shapes my soul, and molds my heart.

So, I embrace the mystery, the questions that confound,

Finding peace in uncertainty, where answers are unbound.

For in this dance of shadows, of light and of shade,

I live, I feel, in existence’s grand parade