Get Your Premium Membership

Me

There might be aliens controlling us. I still like to plant flowers. Sometimes they grow, sometimes they die. They are influenced by the sun and therefore the solar system. The aliens get as mesmerized as we do. So sometimes we forget where we are. We might be in a simulation. So that is why the universe is vast and filled with deadly asteroids. It’s all inspiring stuff. I can cook a meal and eat at the kitchen table. Then get tired. It might all be a simulation. A sleepy simulation. Where there are aliens too. A wormhole could interrupt my dinner, one day. I wouldn’t be surprised. We might all be turned to dust. Flowers and outer space… The sun and planets… I like to think that I’d remember. The aliens laugh at my crazy idea. But they are only as real as me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things