What is the real When I touch your face, which of us is imaginary? If I taste blood, is it mine? If I have illegal thoughts, to whom do I report my crimes? If I reach my fingers out to touch a mirror who is stroking whom?
Can I influence the world from the cage within my room? Will I see beyond the veil of shadows when I cross the other side? Shall my questions lie unanswered when I reach that final sigh? If I touch another person and mark my fingers with their flesh than carry that bit away so the memories are fresh is that proof we both have lived?
Each of these are questions that man aren't meant to answer as we hurdle through our time, ever fast and always faster.