Author - Jonathan Avis
Focus Poems... Real Stories
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Looking at my spoon as I'm about to eat my breakfast, thinking about how I could maybe just bend it.
Am I in a matrix, a trick of the mind,
with the regulator being my space and the time.
Who would ever know, but the big man upstairs.
Only he does, and in time he'll let us know,
hopefully some day,
one day before the end.