Virtual

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 10, 2018 

Some say
we live
in a 
virtual world.
A matrix.
Our 
existence, 
digital.
What does
that mean?
We’re not
real?
We’re 
not
alive?
I think
therefore 
I’m not?
How real
is real?
If virtual 
here,
potentially 
virtual
 anywhere?
If virtual,
virtual 
forever?
Life
after death?
Digital rebirth
elsewhere?
Free will
a digital 
trick,
a mirage.
Programed?
It’s all
programed?
Everything is
fixed.
Searching,
searching for
the meaning of
existence.
Possibly 
no meaning 
at all!

 

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