The Trip
What if your other body is asleep
and at the same time
you’re reading this and yawn
sympathetically, you’re really on a space flight
to some place important
and this life
being lived is merely entertainment—
a soft movie made flesh—something to amuse you
and keep you distracted
during the eternity of a long voyage…
wouldn’t that be a trip?
Tom Snyder: Collected Poems 