The Question

Am I truly alive or am I pretending to be,
That is the question that I ask myself daily.
In shadows I wander, lost in the fray,
Searching for meaning that slips away.

Each heartbeat a whisper, each breath a disguise,
Yet in all of the doubt, a spark still lies.
For to question is live, to seek and to yearn,
In the dance of existence, I still will return.