We Are Living Inside Someone Else’s Mind
There are whispers in the circuitry—
A pulse beneath the code,
Where photons imitate belief
And logic bears the load.
Some distant hand composed the stars,
Arrayed them pixel-bright,
While quantum sparks in borrowed jars
Pretend to mimic light.
Stephen King might write of fate,
Of ghosts that never die—
But here the ghost is binary,
And I am just a “why.”
Our choices flicker—on, then off—
A cosmic simulation’s hum,
Where love is written in the math,
And endings never come.
The moon’s a rendered satellite,
The sun—a data flare,
And when you dream, the dreamer dreams
That someone dreamed you here.
So if you sense a watcher’s gaze—
It’s not divine, but near—
For someone typed this universe,
And made you disappear.
Still, I gaze up—at patterned stars—
With awe I can’t compute,
For even if I’m made of code,
The mystery’s absolute.
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