Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Why am I?
When am I?
How am I?
Thoughts in my head
Whether alive or dead
I must screen through the voices
Inside my mind who offer me choices
Between different realities
Optional dimensional modalities
I hear these whispers, but cannot see them
Thoughts like flippers, in invisible seas I swim
Why do I not know from where I come?
And as to where I yet am headed, I am totally dumb
These eyes supposedly have given me vision
And yet I am blind to this life’s purpose and mission
This body more like an empty space or special room
Which my soul has been forced into, like a casket or tomb
My eyes like the goggles of a gamer’s virtual reality mask
I can’t see the others in the room for being put to virtual task
By the scene on screen before my so-called eyes
The crowd around me hoping I figure it out before losing all my lives
I hear them in my inner ear and in the whispers of my thoughts
Pining for me to somehow recall the fall in which I am caught
I am locked in a control room that outwardly appears as my body
But I hear the familiar inner cheers that jeer a construct so shoddy
The inner crowd roars when I defy the construct’s chores
Seeking an alternate route to dispute the game’s infinite scores
Neither failures nor achievements very much matter
The delusions of a game that makes you think you’re fatter
The mask is your eyes and it tells you many lies
Blinding you from all that you truly behold inside
A world not true, distracting you from the real you
Your reality ever virtual, no matter how much you ‘do’
My eyes closed to the true room in which I really stand
Only able to hear the faint whispers of beloved who hold my hand
Conscious only in my coma, which I’ve come to believe is real
Unaware of how the beloved gathered around my hospital bed feel
Hoping each moment is the moment that I finally wake up
Take off my blinders and rise from this unconscious fake rut