If the universe
is a hologram

Are we all programmed?

Do we live on puppet strings
Guided by ghosts, they sing
Us to our source

Is our will the only force
Drifting us to our core

Can we transcend this?
When we learn to see other worlds

Does it lie beyond a mirror?
Can we see across the river?

Will the light bend around us?
Will the doors just open up?

Will someone need the key?
Did they leave it in a diary?

We can sit here wondering
We may ask and we may receive

For all that we can believe

Mechanisms can keep us still
For we have thoughts and time to ****

Do we live on puppet strings?
Will we wake or
will we dream again?

If the universe is a hologram