UN-RETIREMENT

I once retired,

Soon in debt, I mired,

The kids, food they required,

A really warm home, I desired,

Back working, caffeinated and wired.

REALITY, REALITY, REALITY

We spend all our lives growing big meat bags,

To feed worms and microbes in the earth,

That is nature's only need for us,

So why do we act like we should be a fuss?

We so overestimate our true worth.

NEEDS AND MAKE BELIEVE

In the real world we need to find: warmth, water, food, shelter and some form of carnal happiness.

Everything else is just a world of make believe.

THE UNIVERSE DREAMS

As we master connections through entanglement schemes,

With connected tissues that have no wires or beams,

With understanding or not,

We live out the plot,

Forever as the universe dreams,

We've found the alpha and omega at last,

Unified space and tme; present, future and past,

And, in this reality we face,

What defines our place?

Well, we're more audience and not the stars in the cast.

BRAIN ROT REALITY

I'm not sure what are dreams or, not?

Are they what I remember or, what I forgot?

My reality is not all that clear,

I don't hold my thoughts very dear,

For I think half my brain has a rot.