Can there be virtue in a virtual setting?
There is only an illusion of flesh but sentiment cannot be faked.
Surely, it cannot be?
Hiding out, peaking through the fabricated trees
Is deception a game plan since nothing is real?
Perhaps a kinship in writing or so one might think
an outlet for understanding
typing and sharing
I’m finally pinned to a world outside of dreams
manufactured by caricatures of ingenuity
It kills the very life straight out of integrity.
Character left wafting in a breezless corridor or
wading in a colorless stream.
since nothing is real how can I be upset?
since nothing is real how can I even feel love?
since nothing is real why have I wasted my time?
In the artificial world, how are we judged worthy?
easy peasy when expectations are virtually
just a brain conducting everything
behind two eyes staring at a lit up screen.