There is a theory in the garden of weeds
where life is a continuum
in the world of virtual reality
are you a believer in free will
or an on and off switch
dipped into an alternative world
where forever has no limits
only stars hold the secret of discovery
and genius lives high into the conscience of a sky
from left to right
another side of the universe
until that aha moment
when you look and touch me
am I real
or a facsimile
