Is Reality a Simulation?

Reality: the makings of a morbidly overzealous imagination.

Dark art at it’s (not so) finest…

Plot twist…

Chaos…

Confusion…

Devastation…

Disaster…

Plot twist…

Repeat…

Where the seemingly impossible becomes possible (and that isn’t always a good thing)…

Reality?

More like virtual reality.

A futuristic simulation

so realistic, you’d swear it was actually real.

Or… is it?

What is real?

This quest can leave one depleted, while unanswered questions can leave one defeated.

And the reality of it is, I am no exception.

Or am I?

To be honest, I’m tired of this debate (or from it?)

💤 So away I drift 💤

My worst nightmares don’t even begin to shine a light on the horrid morbidity existing in this so-called reality.

And when I do dream,

it is beautiful…

Full of creative wisdom…

Full of oddities, but in the most beautifully creative way, versus the hideous, destructive one of the world.

I am a free spirit, but is that really a crime?

What is my crime in a reality so subjective?

We no longer know anything for sure…

When did TRUTH become so obscure;

A murky swamp to tireously sludge through?

Well,

If it’s meant to be, I’ll see you in my dreams.

I’d much rather be “lost in my own world,” versus that of society.

So, tell me again…

What IS reality?

Is it merely a futuristic simulation; a cleverly disguised manipulation?

Can truth merely exist without a stipulation?

Or was that part all in my head?

Wake me from this nightmare, then meet me in my dreams.

Because for once, my mind feels safe.