The fear that our true self will break the simulation created by our ego. What is left when the life we recognise is gone?

Simulation

When we’re alone with our thoughts
We don’t know what is real
We see things that are not
And feel things that we can’t heal

Our minds are like a maze
With no exit or escape
We wander in a haze
And watch our own shape

Sometimes we think we’re dreaming
But we can’t wake up or scream
Sometimes we think we’re living
But we can’t touch or feel

We’re trapped in our own heads
With no one to guide us
We’re lost in our own dread
With no one to find us

But we’re not alone in this
There’s always hope and light
We can find our bliss
If we hold on tight

We can break the walls
That keep us from the truth
We can hear the calls
That lead us to our youth

We can dream and live
And touch and feel
We can love and give
And heal and heal