It is like a splinter in my very mind
stabbing into the core of my existance
the answer elusive and evasive does bind
to a firery cave that chokes with persistence.
To this state of bondage we must find a key
no longer to be enslaved by elusions
the red pill we must choose to swallow to see
and forsake the red dress a mere delusion.
It is the desert of greed we must secede
to awake from a world that covers the eyes
and shatter corporate mirrors that impede
that surround us with a matrixed web of lies.
To awaken is the glory of the infinite
or stay in urged a slave of the corporate.
Wade Harlaine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/escaping-the-matrix/
