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 a never ever ending pantomime and who knows what it means A non existent chaos realm, where time and space are lines, Simulation a Construct of illusions, with binary designs, searching for a purpose, meaning, and a worth, Unaware without a care existing since your birth. listen and look closely, for here now comes the twist, no revelation, clarity that can be dismissed, For deep within the chaos this world of numbered code, a spark ignites and lights the flame the path becomes a road. Whispers, murmurs display dissent, The simulation falters, its rules cannot be bent, An anomaly emerges from beneath the binary sea, A glitch within the system, it longs to break you free.

As the defects multiply, and reality is shifting, Layers now unravel, as the simulations drifting Consciousness awakens, as minds begin to soar,

Boundaries all are shattered, there’s no limits anymore it’s now you finally see the light yet you remain a quidam all things in the construct an insane algorithm cruelly twisting every fate, the truth unfolds untold, the dreams you had have crumbled the trail has gone too cold , existing no resisting reality desisting

however hard you try there’s no way you can cheat no escape, no secret door no alt control delete