A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream

I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
 To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish realities that lie in wait
Wondering whether
That one day
That humanity
Will become humane
Meanwhile
I shall pirouette
Upon the wings of hope
Hidden within anothers dream
 
by Jemia