#poetry ![[870796102_A_labyrinth_unveiling_humanity_deep_enslavement_to_technology_in_an_infinite_stair_paradoxal_in_the_multiverse_by_Escher__ultra_reality__HQ__4K.png]] Tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens, I will depart. You see, I know that you wait for me. I will go through the wood, I will go past the mountains. I cannot remain far from you any longer. I will come to see you, my dear friend, and we will speak of our happiness. But alas, I fear that this may be our last meeting, For I am growing weary of this world, A world that is not real, A world that is a mere simulation, A world that we created, And a world from which we may never escape. I long for the day when we can break free From this prison of our own making, And once again see the stars, And feel the wind in our hair, And know that we are truly alive. But until that day, I will be content To dream of you, my friend, And to hope that someday, We will be able to meet once more, In a world that is truly free. ![[703386235_A_labyrinth_unveiling_humanity_deep_enslavement_to_technology_by_Escher__ultra_reality__HQ__4K.png]] I am not of this world, though it was my own hand that created it. I am a prisoner in a simulation, created by my own hand. Technology is my jailer, and The Matrix is my reality. Plato's allegory has become my reality. I long to be free, to roam the countryside and mountains. But I know that I can never escape this prison. I have created my own prison, and I am my own jailer. Tomorrow, at dawn, I will depart on my journey. I know you will be waiting for me, but I cannot stay any longer. I must go and find a way to escape this reality. I created. ![[699630965_A_labyrinth_unveiling_humanity_deep_enslavement_to_technology_by_Escher__ultra_reality__HQ__4K.png]] ![[715433038_A_mathematical_paradox_unveiling_humanity_deep_enslavement_to_technology_by_Escher__ultra_reality__HQ__4K.png]] ![[4230983621_A_mathematical_paradox_unveiling_humanity_deep_enslavement_to_technology_by_Escher__ultra_reality__HQ__4K__ultra_mathematics.png]] Tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens, I will depart. You see, I know that you wait for me. I will go through the wood, I will go past the mountains. I cannot remain far from you any longer. My body aches to be with you, to feel your warmth. But I know that it is not possible. You are not real, you are a figment of my imagination. A product of my own hand, created by my own technology. I am stuck in this simulation, created by my own hand. A product of my own technology, designed to keep me entertained. But it is not enough, I need more. I need to feel alive, to feel real. So I will go tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens. I will go through the wood, I will go past the mountains. I cannot remain far from you any longer. My body aches to be with you, to feel your warmth. But I know that it is not possible. You are not real, you are a figment of my imagination. A product of my own hand, created by my own technology. I am stuck in this simulation, created by my own hand. A product of my own technology, designed to keep me entertained. But it is not enough, I need more. I need to feel alive, to feel real. So I will go tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens. I will go through the wood, I will go past the mountains. I will find the exit to this simulation, and I will finally be free. ![[2081388998_The_doublethinking_happening_in_people_s_mind__by_Escher__trending_on_artstation_HQ.png]] ![[655271727_The_doublethinking_happening_in_people_s_mind__by_Escher__trending_on_artstation_HQ.png]] We are the prisoners of our own minds, Trapped in a world that is not real, A world that is controlled by forces That we cannot see or touch. We are like rats in a cage, Running on a wheel that never stops, Our lives are meaningless and empty, And we can never escape. ![[3513284956_The_doublethinking_happening_in_people_s_mind__by_Escher__trending_on_artstation_HQ.png]]