Is it real

#AlligatorNr55 Image and lyrics made with ChatGPT. Music made by Suno. Visualizer made in: vizzy.io Everything put together with DaVinci Resolve. Lyrics: I woke beneath a borrowed sky, With sand against my skin, A fire burning somewhere near, And darkness closing in. I tried to count the things I knew, The names, the road, the flame, But every thought I reached for Slipped quietly away. I saw a shadow cross the sun, Or maybe it was dust, A shape beneath the desert floor Can I believe my eyes? Is it real, or is it only Something my tired mind has made? Is it real, or am I dreaming Every shape beneath the haze? I cannot trust the ground below me, I cannot trust the things I see. If the world is still around me, Why can't I trust what's left of me? They told me what had happened there, While I was somewhere gone. A man I knew had lost himself, Then found himself at dawn. I watched him fight against the air, I heard him call unseen, But now he says he remembers nothing So what did I believe? Perhaps the heat has taken more Than water from my head. Perhaps the things I swear I saw Were never there instead. Is it real, or is it only Something my tired mind has made? Is it real, or am I dreaming Every shape beneath the haze? I cannot trust the ground below me, I cannot trust the things I see. If the world is still around me, Why can't I trust what's left of me? A monster rose beneath the sand, Its shadow filled the light. I stood and watched it tear the earth Or dreamed it in the night. I nearly called it false at once, Then stopped myself and thought: If I name every truth a dream, What truth have I still got? So I will breathe and hold the flame, And let the fever pass. I will not call the world a lie Because I fear the glass. There's a candle in the darkness, There's a hand I know is there. Even when my mind goes silent, Even when I lose the air. I don't need to know the answer, I don't need to understand. I just need one thing to hold to Something real beneath my hands. Is it real, or is it only Something my tired mind has made? Is it real, or am I dreaming Every face beneath the haze? I cannot trust the ground below me, But I can trust the flame. And if I lose the road before me, I will still remember names. The fire burns. The night is still. The desert waits beyond the hill. I don't know what I saw. But I am here.