Are we someone's LEGO
Living in SIM CITY?
Perhaps it's just FORTNITE
Something just doesn't feel right
Are we made of play dough
Living a life of duplicity?
Perhaps we are upright
Just in our minds uptight
Perhaps we are all Scrabble tiles
Put together to form The Word
Place it right and triple score
Else life is such a bore
Perhaps we are all PAC Men
Running to and fro
Watch out run away
Here comes the horde
Perhaps we live in a computer code
And work around the virus
We rarely look up to see
The sky and in it Cirrus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem