How do we define reality.
Is it something we hear, feel or see.
Or is there more than it seems.
Can we define it in our dreams.
Are we in a backwards matrix scene.
Where were the programs, and machines.
Controlled like a game programed by other beings.
Now you might think.
How can we be the machines.
Well heres something that'll make you think.
Does it really seem impossible after all the weird things.
The entire universe watched by eyes of alien beings.
All being pulled by strings.
So what is reality.
In sense its infinite.
With no end to things we can conceive.

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