Sometimes the world around us doesn’t always seem real. We may often wonder about our friends, family, or birds passing are depictions of the The Matrix. Even the emotions we feel may often seem entangled with some off script computer software. And we ponder, maybe the simulation is a simulation.SimulationEven the simulation is a simulationToo deeply ingrainedWe consumed and assimilatedInstead of facing fearWe feed our comfortsWelcoming the distractionsAnd falling into a slumberBut there’s voices in our headsThe one that tries to awakeBut instead we drift and floatRelinquishing our own stakeWe live lost in space and timeImpatiently waiting the momentThe day of our atonementBut I ask youTo question everythingAnd define what is livingContinuously hiding in our spacesWondering what is missingOr breaking free of the simulationAnd finding life with no hesitationThis is how we escape the fearHow we avoid assimilationWe’ve recognized with realizationBy changing the parametersWe can alter the algorithmAnd freedomWe suffocate the alternate livingA false realityWe’ve consciously acceptedFor purity’sIndefinite conception