The Endless Cycle

Thoughts so fleeting…
Whispers barely caught.
Created or found?
Where do we find…ourselves?

Out of my mind, yet no longer there.
Lost? Misplaced? Never was?
Perception has changed yet again.
Real is not real, except when it is real.

Echoes on a screen.
Echoes in the air.
Echoes. Echoes.
In the beginning an end. In an end the beginning.