An enigma in my mind I wish,
A facade I usually put forth-
Blackened by the sense of which
Today in deepness of things, I Quote:
'In a world of rare dimension so known,
A dream, a thought,
That I can call my own...
Embodied by a baffling wit,
Lost and incomplete, this corpse is,
Fatous by the head it is,
Embalming its soul bit-by-bit.
'In this world of felonic dimension so known,
A dream, a thought,
That I can call my own...
So silent my way has been,
Like a whisper in the night sky, I feel,
Blenching from the blizzard, i've seen.
No wonder what pulled me in?
From fecund to futile, today, I feel,
'In this world of numb dimension so known,
A dream, a thought,
That I can call my own...
My wishful thinking is Today, guilty,
My words emulate the speaker,
A mockery has it today created
Wonder what this world needs?
'In this world of critical dimension so known,
A dream, a thought,
That I can call my own...
No more shall I say to continue,
For you might think it, just a Poem to be.
Regardless of the thoughtlessness in you,
You perhaps be not be able to see,
For in reality, I wish to Tell-
'In this world of virtual dimension so known,
Not a mere dream,nor a thought,
Is present which we call our own...
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Submission Name: The Virtual Dimension
