Simulation Earth
Life is a simulation.
A sentence probably heard a plethora of times before.
Tell me, however, why do we live in this incessant world?
I feel dejected, rejected, but my thoughts projected and I’ll tell you why I can’t grasp the gravity of the reality I’ve known the course of one too little times.
Science says that it’s a 50/50 chance we live in this world controlled by people in parallel universes.
The curses, it’s the reason I’m writing these verses so people like you can understand why people like me who have been called “weird” for thinking like this can know why I, a young 12 year old girl, am the way I am.
If the chances that we are being controlled by aliens in a whole other galaxy is that high, who’s to say that the way this “weird” young girl thinks is wrong?
I, who lives in melancholy every time I think about how everyone’s jolly except me.
How can everyone be so serene except me?
Why am I the one looped in this mind consuming thought process leaving me lying on my soft cushioned bed feeling deserted in this voyage of life?
It aggravates me everytime I look at everyone dolled up and in the zone about life but I am not.
I am Aisha, still wondering who I am at times, but at times I’ll know exactly who and exactly why.
I’ll concede the fact that I do not always think about this and life elates me a lot.
However, if someone gives everyone a box of chocolates and everyone’s box is different, you’re gonna wonder why you got that box of chocolates but still be grateful right?
If no one has a true proven answer to why they received the chocolates, it’s going to leave people wondering right?
It’s going to leave people wondering if they should eat the chocolates all at once or save them, right?
It’s going to leave people wondering if some of the chocolates are a trap, right?
Tell me, are you grateful for your box of chocolates?
I am. I am filled with gratitude that I get two chocolates for my arms, legs, eyes, ears, and feet.
However I stand below the feet of God wondering why?
