I can see my hands.
I can see my feet.
I can feel my heart,
I can feel it beat.

Am I an organism,
Or just using one?
Going for a ride,
Doing it for fun?

Thoughts are illusions,
The organism real.
The body must die
To no longer feel.

Are we born again,
Another place and time,
Or die with our bones
After one lifetime?

The organism dies,
The brain rots away.
Is it an illusion
We return someday?

We exist forever,
To matter at all.
Beyond any limit,
Beyond any wall.