Asimov’s Simulation

The dream is wicked.
It is our own.
A mind-shared reality,
from a childish throne.—
But can we change it?
Is there power with me?
Or is our world strictly determined
by an unknown entity?
Blips in the Matrix.
Life is but a dream.
And the world we call reality,
not so it seems.
Plugging in
and tuning out.
Outsourcing our streams of consciousness
and all that we’re about.
The perception game.
The world that we curate?
So it may seem, even
in a program of fate.

 

~ Memet Mihi