Awakening
“What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within”
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Trapped out in the open
By hope beyond hoping,
Desperately groping
Down passages sloping:
We've been here before.
We're faintly perceiving,
Our senses deceiving,
Till monsters, we're seeing
Arriving and leaving
Behind every door.
Is there a spoon, or what?
Not easy to rebut.
Foregoing quick shortcuts,
Change deep inside of us
Awakens, wants more.
So, blue or red pilling?
Be blind and unwilling
And settle for shillings,
Or find that life's thrilling,
With much to explore!
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for The Matrix Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Written 03/23/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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