Ramblings of a Deluded Sole?

Are all these colourful recollections for real?
Or, are they, merely
Ramblings of a deluded sole
In a world that makes no sense
To an unmade mind
Going through the motions
From being to becoming
In mists of splintered time?
.
How am I
Who am I
To tell the difference
Without a steadying hand
To affirm my findings
And keep my balance?
.
I cannot know
I can only say
How life seems to me today
Before you send my on my way
And leave it there
For someone else to find
.
But if, some day
You pass me by
Suspended somewhere in the sky
Neither here nor there
But betwixt
Will you give me pause for thought
Or see my solitary wave
And return it?
.
I wonder