Existentialism or virtual reality, a narrowing choice?
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Do you sometimes feel like a visitor
to your own life
as if your host is on a voyage
that holds you passenger.
In the past perhaps you lost connection
and gaze half-heartedly at passing action
for inertia is the journey’s only ticket
the tour’s apathetic charge is nominal -
so you decide to ride it to the terminal.
Where perhaps another trip awaits
another life, an altered state
then you recall your host’s existence
is only virtual, with no substance
but what do you connect to?