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Don't take this literally, it's just how I feel sometimes about our existence. Its not seriously how I feel, just how I feel sometimes like I'm in a Reality Show....
I do believe in God, but modern day society is moving away from how I lived in the 80s and 90s.
Walk in to a building and the color scheme is mostly clinical , just white paint and a few feature walls to splash some color so the worker bees are not too depressed but depressed enough to live a zombie 9 to 5 existance.
This world is not the one, God created. Not anymore....
The truth is,
there's no history,
our memories
are implanted
as we sleep.
Our loved ones,
we think exist
in the present,
are illusions
before our eyes.
Our Gods can't exist
as if they did,
what created them?
Co-incidences,
and daily events
are part of a Matrix.
The only truth
is what,
we make the truth....
I'm nothing but AI
which is a flawed design.
I exist
because
I think.
But how do I know,
you're not a design,
for an audience
I'm put on for show
I keep them clapping
so I'm not dying
of a disease.
I exist,
because
my ratings
are high.
Copyright © Ryan Geoffrey Hayward | Year Posted 2025
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