How did I get back to this faraway place?
Is it reality or just another dream?
A strange escape or maybe a beautiful nightmare
My traumatized brain tries to create
Let’s run away
Somewhere I still don’t recognize
The ceiling lights glare down at me
Like two artificial suns
I adjust my mechanical lenses
Imprinted with electric blue floaters
Looking around at a vague simulation
Representing reality
Convinced I’m just an organic machine
Taking in a compelling illusion
Grasping at plaster walls and polyester fabric
Only to make sure the hologram I stand in
Doesn’t fizzle out too soon
I’m just a glitch in the matrix
So self aware it wonders if it’s human after all.
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