Strange trip

Life is strange as everything begins to change.
Rearranging reality, realizing the wonder of this realm.

A strange trip
as we take a dip
in this eternal stream
within this momentary dream.

Units of consciousness, shifting forms, drifting through time
 as I write this rhyme.

What is life?
So much strife
in this thing called life.

So much stress causing such a mess, this is something we need to do less.

Are we blessed?
  Is this just a test?
    A simulation?
A collectively conscious vibration?
   An eternal pulsation?
      A mass hallucination?
Who knows
None of us have the answers.
Though we hypothesize and theorize and fantasize,
 the mystery of life will remain unknown to us.

Better enjoy it while we can though.