Poem: World of Dreams
Artificial world
and yet it still seems so real
it's still illusion
a thriving terrarium
warm sun, green trees, empty souls
Can you tell the difference?
The sensations feel right
The breeze dances on your skin
The chatter of children at play
And yet...
There is a seam
between this world and the next
invisible yet tangible
like pieces of a puzzle
that doesn't quite fit.
They say that babies can see it
Children speak of it
Before reality takes hold
and clouds that naive vision
until the end of life.
Do we walk in a dream?
Is what our brains perceive a lie?
What stories do we take
with us when we cross over
to the other side?
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