La règle du jeu - The Reality Game

Virtual storm of Ones and Zeros -

Nothing but Ons and Offs -

Forking tongues of Yes's and No's -

The ubiquitous True and False -

Choices crank bare metal gears.

Options roll; numbers whir. Do you hear?

Electrons blip in binary haze,

Your life in a bit-and-byte sized blur.

[And.] Forks in the path lead 

To million parallel worlds of silent pain

All the while it's a rising tide,

that crimson feeling again:

Are those angry waves of Armageddon,

whipping around in frothing

Rage? The demon ship,

her naked ribs approaching

With Death's consort on her deck, 

Her lips pale, her misty locks like dense

white fog, curling around her neck,

her face a deep hole, dark, intense?

[Or.] Is it a sheet of dazzling 

Ocean beneath a blank cerulean 

Sky? A mournful angel reclining

In a vaguely aromatic wooden

Boat. A half-moon sail, cut out

Of gleaming blue silk; oh! look

At the mast of burnished gold! He's 

Fishing for souls - with a silver hook?

[Not.] The tyrant (too big for his boots!)

fleeing his dreaded fate, dealing

Lethal blows to the sacred roots,

that engendered his own being! Piteous tale 

To melt stones! A saviour in dire need 

of saving, confounded by that fatal

Choice, he circles back to the very deed

that blasts a universe to naught.

(You think the choice is yours? Before the flickering screen,

with your fingers poised, you dare presume

You rule the game?)