We see a little of what is within
What about what is beyond
Could that be more real
Could that be virtual
When all was without form
Someone, without form
Must have thought of
Giving visibility to the formless
While remaining invisible
In the world of holograms
Foundations of imaginations are formed
In the wet lab of simulation
To create fantasy worlds
We create gods
We think we are gods
We give rise to all forms of illusions
Even virtual looks real
Soul is individual
When soul becomes a
Part of the collective
Real becomes virtual
And the almighty MIND is the best player
Of the VR world
It is pseudo-reasoning
Who knows, what happens
When pseudo becomes real