Fake Dimension Poem by George otto Becker

It seems obvious to me that I do live,
I wake in the morning with a body so stiff.
I move all around each day,
I do my things and my bones do pay,
For the rich my monies do lay,
Inside my heart hope does display.
The goals I set and the images so real,
Just more things for men to steal.
Upon the earth I walk and smile.
Lying to myself all the while.
Looking past this fake world is me,
Creating a new philosophy.
Just maybe it is not real at all,
Trying to unravel the greatest mystery so tall.
What a great joy would it be,
To find out we are alone and we had no destiny,
A work of art was we,
Alone in the galaxy.
With all of our science and math.
The gods we created were just clouds of gas.
With our songs and our curse,
The greatest creations of the universe.