Poem Title: Existence, can you answer me?

Am I just here to exist to exit?

What if the live I'm living is a function of an esoteric transit?

 Are my living or just here to add to the ecosystem?

Is nature fair to my living?

How did I get here in the first place?

What tells me I'm living?

Was I told  to live?

Is living a culture I was indoctrinated with?

Could I be living a life of death?

Could I be dreaming in the name of living?

Could death be the real existence?

Who told me I was a man?

How sure is it that I'm a woman?

Could sleep be an in-between of life and death?

Is life living a purpose?

What's the purpose?

Is that realistic rather than an illusion?

In fact, is life just a phase or a complete illusion?

Could my living be a function of my  birth to the time of death?

How realistic is time?

Is it a construct or what I was programmed with, from time of birth to death?

Could the past, present and future exist in the NOW?

Who am I? 

An identity given to me by my parents?

Are the teachings by parents, schools and  religious houses define the life I ought to live?

What lies after I die?

Does my soul migrate to other worlds or just vanish into the thin air of infinity?

Is heaven or hell here on Earth or somewhat in the Great Beyond?

Could death be an ease of living

Are my living in an illusion?

What's reality? Or a 

Patterned illusion?

Is Nature real?

Could I be a living version of holographic consciousness?

Am I being told the truth or being lied to?

Am I educated or just indoctrinated?

Where lies the truth about my existence?

Or is this what I would live with within the construct, known as time?

Existence, can you answer me?