I woke one day to find the truth,
The world around me is pixel-smooth.
The sky, a dome; the ground, a stage,
A code beneath each flower, each page.
The sun, a light that’s fixed in place,
Its warmth is a script without a trace.
The birds that sing, their song preset,
A melody I can’t forget.
The wind that whispers through the trees,
Is but a program, sent to tease.
The laughter, joy, the pain I feel,
Are lines of code, no longer real?
If nothing’s true, and all’s a game,
Does it matter what I claim?
For every choice, and every fight,
Is lost within this endless night.
Yet still, I walk, I breathe, I try,
I live beneath the simulated sky.
And though it seems none of this is true,
I choose to act as if it’s you.