What if we live in a simulation?

Imagine if all your decisions, and choices, were pre-programmed.

The sweet air we breathe, simulated.

The lively land we walk, all fake

The delicious food we eat, a figment of the simulation

An unknown, greater power.

A stone cold being, merciless, calculating, unforgiving.

Treating us like cattle on a field.

What if we were in a simulation.

Living predestined lives

With the illusion of free will

Trillions of people, destined to die

Quick and painless, slow and tormenting

But were they really people in the first place.

Are we trapped?

Like a bird, in a cage?

Unable to ever spread our wings.

We can only hope