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