Life's Laboratory

What if our whole world is a simulation?

What if everything was simply an experiment?

What if you and I were no more than some scientist’s fascination?

What if our actions were more like information?

Data for some theory,

Evidence for a query, 

I sometimes think about this

Not because I worry my life is meaningless,

But because I wonder what those white coats collected,

If all my choices were selectively inspected,

Would I pass the test?

Or would failing be for the best?

Did I follow my human nature?

Did I put in enough labor?

I haven’t been a leader or a breeder,

I haven’t built any cities or formed any committees.

I’ve hopped on trains and followed the crowd,

I played the game but no judges were “wow’d”.

I was a pawn on the chess board,

I didn’t hold the world back, but I didn’t push it forward.

At what point of submissiveness do I become impressionless?

How hard must I make my footprint for it to overcome the tide?

Am I really living, or am I just along for the ride?

Yes, I choose my path, but the roller coaster never had to leave the track,

I changed my speed and picked my seated location,

But in the end there was no impact on my destination. 

I just get off the ride and join the end of the line,

Each customer slowly moving up

At the touch of the gloves with the blue latex design.