Rise up
Fall down
Along grid
Lay lines
In a void
In a matrix
In an existence
Called humanoid
That see all that it views
As authentic and real
Despite being illusory
What is the appeal
The sensations
Of hearing
Of tasting
And seeing
Of touching
And smelling
All of these feelings
But what if
They are no more
Than sensory tricks
Of the mind
What if we have been living
One big light
What if our existence
Is just framed in time
As well as being fearful I
We have lived this life wrong
Would that marr our beliefs
And constitute the saddest love song.
fauxcroft 