I am real, how about you ?

.....You've already heaped all your fears and doubts
to let me hell them into fire!
and here i am in the center of fucking Coliseum with a torch and a jerry-can in my arms.
A crowd of human beings in front of me ....naked, huddling up to the wall.
I'm in the thick of action. I am the action.
I've created myself and I've placed everything under my will.
Got it ? Strange.

I live the real life, thinking and entirely free of stereotypes.
My world has no limits, only opportunities .
No daily show of humdrum TV clones, no slogans imposed by government, TV and your beloved internet.
Here am i. 

You are starring at your computer screen...but are you really there, beyond the monitor ?
 HELLO !?
Can you prove it ?
So....I am the only one who is real...I always have something to say but what about you ?
"Two beers and Chips" ? ...Pfff what a junk or
"Honey, i need to go to the restroom"
and hide yourself there sending SMS to your lay or pardon....jacking off ?
Your life is a pack of lies and bullshitting, bogging down in porn, internet addiction  and mobile cell slavery.
Have you ever done anything out of common run ?
NEVER!
You haven't got the guts to do it! And you never will.
You know why ? Cause it's out of your comfort zone. You are wrapped in it as in reinforced polypropylene package . You are cannon fodders squeezed by your everyday life and work.
No? Am i wrong ?

Correct me, then.  You for instance...can you give out your mobile phone  to a first comer ?
Or format your hard disk right away ?

Scared shitless ? Right ? Any guesses why ?
Because for you it's like suicide , you don't exist out of it.
Have you even taken a single decision on your own ? 

Without waiting for somebody to say " Just Do it ? "
So here is the finding...I am real and you are just somebodies freaking fantasy.
And you'll have to make lots of efforts  to prove the contrary to yourself, to get the right to call yourself alive.
And above all it's not a game. It's ..........