Unprepared for a world that feels not so real.
It's all a simulator, NPC's with chores,
flowers are made of high carbon steel,
planted by the soil that was before.
Nothing is real in this world of illusion,
the social construct is an invention,
justice warriors are filled with delusion,
not every answer has its correct question.
Stuck in a parallel universe, every day a war,
gun fire making dirt fly to our faces.
A sensation too strong to ignore,
however will I fill these empty spaces.
Looking for something to hold onto,
a light at the supposed end of the cavern.
Past choices, too hard to undo,
however will I find, the missing piece of the puzzle.
