Reality

We're all here just for some time,
Is this the life we were told  we would have living dreams?
The dreams we had when got home from a good day at school
The dreams we had when we felt safe for at least a couple of seconds?
I'm on my own train, but I can't hear the bell ring when people are leaving
I'm own my own path but I'm not the one who created it
I'm taking breathes, but I'm not the one providing what I'm taking in, do I owe someone something?
If this is all, fake am I too?If I dissappeared would it be seen? Maybe we are all just characters here, not really living  just listening to orders from an unknown source who feels authoritative enough to us to abide to.