I Think It's Me Poem by Steven Robinson

Is it a dream or reality, do we fade or stay in focus?
We think we are real but who really knows the inside of us.
You have substance; I can feel and hear you speak.
I turn my back. Are you still there? Do you really exist?

Am I my mind or is my mind a stranger or an usurper of my body?
Who's in control? Me or the entity which is my thoughts.
If it is me then I have the power to control what goes on in here.
Surely there must be light switch, so I can see who's here.

Is it a crime to challenge ones mind, to not accept what is normal?
How do I know it's really me in here or is it just a day dream?
Do I exist or am I just an echo of something that is far beyond my intellect?

I can only speak about what I know, I think it's me.