I am alive.
But where do I exist?
Is it in the memories of the people I meet,
Or in the conscious creatures in my dream?

Am I outside? Am I within?
Outside makes things ordinary
Inside, will offend your sanity
When everything mixed up, can you blame me?

My left foot have eyes, my right foot doesn't mind
I can't exist all at the same time.
You will not see me when I close my eyes
But I will be there when you close yours.

© PoPoetry