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.