Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

12 Sept 2010

Fun

Are we not artificial intelligence?
Were we not created?
Are we not controlled?
Is this not an image?
That my eyes did behold.
Coming through my mind,
Then setting us free.
Created in the cosmos,
Then directed through me.
Is this the picture I choose to see?
Or is this the movie that I am in.
just viewing, through my character part.
In real time from the start,
Virtual 3D land, is my mind in my hand.
Am I eternal once this game is done?
Am I the player letting my destiny run?
What’s the point in life if you can’t have fun.

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