''You'Re Not Really Here'' Poem by Bri Mar

Life itself is not what it seems,
We are pawns in an intricate game,
Our controllers can and will go to extremes,
That’s how they win fortune and fame.

If truth be told you never die,
You go on to a parallel world,
Where you will continue to live the lie,
While another chapters unfurled.

Life, death and time don’t exist,
Reality cannot be explained,
In effect you’ll never be missed,
This anomaly must be maintained.

Who controls you you’re never told,
You must go along with the flow,
They decide if it’s young or old,
Their reasons you will never know.

In our twilight world we aimlessly wander,
It’s to our dictators we are bound,
The minute your being you stop to ponder,
They’ll ensure you’re placed in the ground.

Brainwashed from the day we are born,
You have no mind of your own,
Burdens placed on you, treated with scorn,
Their dominance you cannot disown.

In effect all our lives are false,
But because we have a need to believe,
This allows them to lead us a merry waltz,
What they feed us is what we perceive.

Our existence here is just an illusion,
Where joy and chaos will reign,
Only those in control know our conclusion,
Our efforts to break free they constrain.

I can hear you all saying he’s bloody mad,
But everything I’m saying is true,
In this existence we are all being had,
That reflection who’s to say that it’s you.

So when you hear voices inside your head,
There’s absolutely no need for fear,
Try to reap all the benefits instead,
Life’s a fantasy,

‘’ You’re Not Really Here ‘’