Born Into the Matrix
Born into the Matrix
A prison was my home
With reality congealed
In the dark, but not alone.
The shadows on the wall
Dance Beyond the fire
Stepping back instinctively
One sees the outer world conspire.
Yet lacking our agreement
Liquifies the hold
The dross rises to the surface
Cherish, as is, the gold
L. Brady
10/31/15
3:40 PM