Consciousness

What is it that ties us to reality?
This thought oft troubles my weary mind.
Are we really just bags of chemicals,
Living only to extend our time?
We are all born with an illusion of consciousness,
And cannot help but hope for something more.
Alas the cruel truth looms indefinitely,
Taunting from the shadows,
Following us with every step we take.
We are tied to this world by a fine silken thread.
Dangling in the wind,
In constant peril.
Our very essence seems to be a hoax.
We are nothing more than organized carbon.
With a small gust from the heavens,
We quickly fade to black.
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Dark stuff...hope you like it.