Galactic Wind Tunnel

Written as part of the Malaysian Poetry Writing Month.

They walked me through the laboratory
filled with some very oblong
very expensive equipment
a wind tunnel, in fact
and they left me alone in the laboratory
for I was to discover the purpose of the experiment
the purpose of life
alone

Then, they threw some other poor souls into the laboratory
and we are to suddenly bond
suddenly become lifelong friends with one another
for the sake of the experiment
that is only worth a tiny bit
in the grand scheme of life
death
and everything in between

So I was to lead the poor souls to success
and thus I started my journey
to understand the purpose of this
life...?
Because... you know,
isn't life but an experiment
for us to play around with the equipment given to us
to walk through the valleys of hope and despair
and witness the results, with our very own eyes?
Or maybe
our eyes are just a simulation?

They bonded with me in this outer space
this weird galactic equipment
designed by some foreign hearts
some deserted mindset
and some simulated eyeballs
and they expect me to discover the truth to everything
using ancient equipment
but really

All I have to do is
fly far, far away from this planet
swim through the galaxies
the astronomical winds
and I will die trying to figure out
the purpose of this
never-ending wind tunnel.