idyllic nightmare

Idyllic nightmare  I know they are good people who want us to leave  they don't know it is their time, what's up because our time is fine, but they fail to grasp that they are past the clock, it has belled twice  We have admired their garden with flowers deep green lawn and made of plastic as are the red roses, nothing is alive, but we pretend like them, that they are not dead We failed to ask the obvious question. Why are we are here? Did they invite us? Or did we show up in a world that has died, what we see is us who exists in a world that is no longer real?