The man said nothing is real
While making a sweeping gesture with his right hand
It's a simulation he says, all of it, nothing is real
I remember as a kid singing row row your boat
Reminding me to be happy because life is a dream
Again the man states while gesturing, nothing is real
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung-up about
The Hindu call it Maya, all an illusion, nothing is real
Science gods working toward virtual reality
Where we can't tell simulation from life, nothing is real
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
The man said nothing is real
While making a sweeping gesture with his right hand
It's a simulation he says, all of it, nothing is real
I remember as a kid singing row row your boat
Reminding me to be happy because life is a dream
Again the man states while gesturing, nothing is real
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung-up about
The Hindu call it Maya, all an illusion, nothing is real
Science gods working toward virtual reality
Where we can't tell simulation from life, nothing is real
thoughts on the simulation
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