What is real?

Love, people, what are they?
Figments of imagination, or solid world objects
All you can control, is how you act
Failure, the only nonexistent

I think, therefore I am
No signs to point you north
Just the lessons you take with you
You can, therefore you do

Your experience, exercised by choice
Takes you as far, as one day might go
The theory of everything, will come together that day
Look over the horizon, there you are

Senses made to explain
Why?
Driving unto death, how will you know if the sun remains after
Easterly winds carrying the sands of time, but what is it?

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