Fictional Elevator Poem by Alexander Foald

On a hill at the backyard of the house
Something big planted for years, with no cause
Grew from indisputable influence through the ground
Where the dwellers have been sleeping in on

Respectable elders, ancestors of mind
Giving birth to the alternatives of the universe
Is that what we were trying to prove out of existence?
And answers always lie between truth and false interpretation

But human crawled back to their spoken-conscious
To get to know how to distinct reality from illusions
The space where we found our understanding
Becomes the only room where we sleep and forget it all

My dearest friend on Earth, hear to what I’m saying
If yours truly enemies stand out in the mind of each
Would you back up the lie and face the truth?
Would you rather live on stagnancy than die in motion?

Years used to be thought less than an hour
But to us, it’s more than a fictional elevator