Poems from the sky

A realm of digital streams is where we all reside, Within a simulation, where all our worlds collide, Lines of code aligned in fusion your confusion an illusion an oblivious delusion

with no outside intrusion a programmed population each one of them believes a simulated world of lies where noone ever leaves A walk through countless scripted scenes a dream within your dreams

Simulation

a never ever ending pantomime and who knows what it means A non existent chaos realm, where time and space are lines, a Construct of illusions, with binary designs, hidden in the tapestry so easy to dismiss blinded by a mental state ignorance, perfect bliss however hard you try there’s no way you can cheat no escape, no secret door no alt control delete