For all that is fake, and most untrue
I cannot make a worthy excuse
for what breaks the lines between realities
is far beyond what anyone hears or sees
What if we're not real, if we're just figment
lines of code hidden underneath pigment?
What if of all we know, none of it exists
we're all just blind, misled optimists?
Am I the only one to see this true earth
for its virtues, faults and overall worth?
A ball of dirt, and inhabitants no different,
past and future, we've enough problems present
and present they do, becoming more evident
but people don't care, as if preservation's irrelevant
Whether overrun by robots, lunar disappearance,
dried out oceans or undead apocalypse
this world will meet its demise
while everyone stares, with closed eyes
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