POEM 62: THE ILLUSIONIST

What if I tell you your life's been a dream,
and soon you'll awake to the reality of in-existence?

What if I tell you that life is just a puff
From God's cigar
and soon you'll be one with invisible air?

What if I tell you that your flesh 
Is just a cover for your broken spirit
that soon will go extinct 
At death?

What if earth and all planets that be
Are rocks in Ayo of gods
and soon the game will be over?

What if reality 
Is just fantasy
Staged in present tense?

What if the creator is witty illusionist
Playing chess with our existence?

These are no rhetorics
They are answers with question marks.