The Simulation is a prologue to the mundane repertoire of society's customs that have lost their meaning and essence and have just become mandatory to function in a community.
There she be sitting pondering...
A shining glaze telling a sad reality.
As dark as the layer of the chocolate
were the hearts of those who sat beside her.
As cold as the as the edge of the spoon was their demeanor
The caramel bordering so sweet that it cut the tongue,
Like the honey cajole dripping from their mouths
As she dug deeper, she discovered center filled black licorice.
Those smiling faces just made the taste register.
There she be sitting pondering.
What was real what was not
