Existential Anomaly

Are we all but in a thought?
A world in which our God forgot.

To exist within a nonexistent entity.
Makes us false, our minds go free.

Are we then real or fake inside.
Have we a place in which to reside?

A cosmic plane of finite measure.
Or infinite possibilities of pleasure.

Need we petty morals or couth.
Are we both false and truth?

I find no answer to ease my self.
From reading volumes upon the shelf.

I find no peace, I find no respite.
I doubt I shall ever find it.

There is no truth, but only theory.
Which again has left me weak and weary.

I must again let my fear go free.
And forget this existential anomaly.