quarta-feira, 15 de setembro de 2021

The Edge of the Simulation

The moon starts to rise.

That’s when I can see the border.

That flickering light that dances through the border.


This distance I can’t cross

That place I can’t reach
This is the edge of my Simulation


Everything my eyes can touch is planned

Everything is simulated

Everything is created so I can be stimulated


Every distraction, every interaction

Everything is simulated

Everything is created so I can be stimulated


No matter how far I go

No matter by what means,

Every step closer something always happens.


This distance I can’t cross

That place I can’t reach
This is the edge of my Simulation


Everything my eyes can touch is planned

Everything is simulated

Everything is created so I can be stimulated


Every distraction, every interaction

Everything is simulated

Everything is created so I can be stimulated


One day I will go there

One day I will cross

No matter what happens

Or what lies beyond


This distance I can’t cross

That place I can’t reach
This is the edge of my Simulation


Everything my eyes can touch is planned

Everything is simulated

Everything is created so I can be stimulated


Every distraction, every interaction

Everything is simulated

Everything is created so I can be stimulated

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