I gaze skyward,
Drawn by some click of great decibel,
The sky above seems unearthly,
Almost to a virtual degree,
Whizzing my eyes left and right,
My periphery scratches the side of the monitor,
It feels unreal,
Like a blanket placed by some unsung creature,
The clouds skirt around dead pixels,
It seems fake,
Birds fly backwards,
Stuck in an aerial glitch,
It all looks digital,
Like the horizon has been hacked,
Or formed in some supernal studio,
What is this?
Where am I?
Is this life all some fault in the skybox?
WorldofHarley 
It does seem surreal sometimes, this iteration called “life” Nicely penned, my friend 😊
Surreal is an understatement I daresay! Thank you kindly my friend! 😁
The Oldschool Harlequin
You are most welcome 😊 Cheers