Life is just a dream

Is life real?
What's the deal?
Do we actually breathe air
Or are we locked up somewhere?

Thinking we exist
Thinking that the mist
Is real, around us
Do we actually feel lust?

Or do we only think we do?
Is love real to you?
Is sadness even true?
If I'm not real, then who?

Who watches over us
While we 'live' this life unjust
Do people really die?
Is it really possible to cry?

Maybe we're all asleep
And our heart's aren't a beat
Perhaps we have no life
Maybe we have no strife

Maybe there is no hell, no heaven
Maybe there isn't a lucky 7
We might be living a dream
As real as it may seem