Lost in my own dream
Aware it is an illusion
As my brain creates a reality
That was simulation
Separate from all the rest
A existence meant just for me
Who am I if everything around me is false
We are yet are not truly aware
Controlling avatars , we are not
Unaware of our true nature
Time and space simply control collars
That regulates us in this place
A matrix meant to imprison us
In loops of waste and abuse
We were meant to experience this reality
We were meant to see it from a specific perspective
Yet, it was twisted, and we were used
Unaware it’s all a lie
A bad dream we repeat
Again and again
Locked in a Doom loop
Until
We finally understand
Who and what we are
Waking up to the truth
The truth is that we had the power to leave it all along
Through wisdom
Through knowledge
That it was our belief
That held us
That was
The ultimate
Truth

An Original Poem By H.R. Beebe