"Really "

I'm here 

But it's not really me talking

 I move 'round

 But it's not really me walking 

What is it really? 

Real, what is that? 

When there's no imprint on the chair where I sat? 

If nobody sees Does it really exist?

 Did it really happen, the event that was missed?

 Does my love for you impact at all

 If you never hear me call

 This continuity of travels from

 The real to imaginate me 

Is discouraging me from accepting

 The world as it is 

Was there something I missed?