We got stuck in a simulation,
Full of pandemonium— full of illusion,
Insipid bodies and staged places,
Deceiving appearances and unwanted presence.
Is there a controller...?
Is there a joystick that makes us move further...?
Our people do not know about this kind of creation,
Because we are just mere characters in this simulation.
I wonder if we could be free,
Like the birds that are chirping on those trees
But I guess that would be impossible,
Because all of us, even those birds— didn't feel real.
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Ups and Downs: Short Poems ✔
PoetryBook 1 of the "Short Poems" series. This book contains all the poems that I wrote over the past years. (100 SHORT POEMS AVAILABLE) (BEST IN BLACK BACKGROUND) (COMPLETED) - - - Copyright © 2019 by Pawerr14 All Rights Reserved
