illusions abound
what's not an illusion?
is all in life an illusion?
is life really nothing
but a man sitting at a computer
typing his existence into existence?
could he type himself into
whatever existence he wanted?
could he dare to type
the thing he feared the most?
the lack of existence?
and whether such a state
was type-ably reachable?
he wouldn't dare
the sentence would elude him
but it would gnaw at his mind
it would sit and wait
and then jump out
and try to be typed
but the man wouldn't let it
like a caged bird
a self-destructive bird
one who literally would vanish
if it flew from the cage
if that bird knew its potential fate
would it still want out?
would the caged bird still sing
if it knew what awaited outside?
not just doom
but complete annihilation
SHOULD the caged bird still sing?
should it accept its fate?
should it reject its fate
and try to escape?
what would the caged bird do?
what should the caged bird do?
and if the caged bird is nothing
but a part of the man
should the man listen
to the caged bird at all?
what about the other thoughts?
the thoughts like cheetahs
sprinting through savannahs
like dolphins
leaping from the sea
like digital aliens
quantum leaping across the universe
more free
than that bird
could ever hope to be
should those thoughts have more say?
or should the caged bird win out?
will the caged bird win out
if it's such a strong willed beast
telling that man to try
to be bold
to type that sentence
into existence
(or non-existence)
just to see what happens
the heart would speed up
man's heart does speed up
the thought would jump forward
man's thought does jump forward
the fingers would begin
a slow deliberate march
across the keys
man's fingers begin to march
the breath catches
the bird sings
the cheetah halts
the dolphin floats
the aliens know
and yet they watch
all stops
all waits
the fingers tapping at the keyboard
now the arena of the whole universe
as the man types
one key at a time
as he's always typed his existence
INTO existence
and wondered
if he could type his existence
OU
what is reality?
do we create our own reality?
do we make ourselves real?
can we make ourselves unreal?