The Wrong Question

Is the Earth flat? Or is it, Globe? This is the question to unfold.
Wrong. It is both at the same time. It’s your perception as it is told.
What is the correct question, you ask? Are we still, or are we moving?
Are we liking a flat Earth, fixed, or are we hurtling forever, revolving?

To ask the correct question is to look at self. The forbidden interrogation.
We like to drift, blame others, it is not my fault; it is the amalgamation.
This globe is within, out of control, rush, spin, make a dime, be destroyed.
That is the question you ask self: Earth makes you very annoyed.

Earth is the centre, placed by design, you are controller, creator, and mind.
Even the Sun respects your fun; it chases the Moon around our kind.
As you can see, it is all about me and thee, and how we perceive ourselves.
Are we still or chaotic, how we perceive Earth? It’s only holographic, after all.