As I drove down the highway,
Reality clashed it senses and dissolved into the unreal,
Everything around seemed false, fake, and fugitive.
I was afraid that the unreal that I felt is real,
What if the real is unreal and the unreal is real?
I drove faster and I became afraid of the indistinguishably I stored,
If I drove with this shortage of knowledge I might crash.
If I crash and it’s real I’ll be gone,
But what if this is unreal?
I grew dizzy… “think, me, think!!” I commended.
But everything is unreal, I’m just … cold.
Then I arrived, snapping into reality..
I broke a puddle of sweat,
I could no longer stand still and collapsed,
because everything was … real.
Exhaustion has overwhelmed me.
Today I am alive, but what about the next time,
When I mix between unreal and real?
And I doze off into a deep sleep.