Stuck In The Matrix
To and fro, here we go, stuck in the matrix as time moves slow
Stuck like a lab rat with no place to go, I'm stuck; I'm more fucked than a Donkey Show
My breathing is labored, akin to my neighbors
We are both eloped to crushing pain
Out of asked favors - tied to the anchors
Drowning. Both engulfed by the rushing rain
Our plight minuscule like dust & grain
To God's who watch The Cosmos's numberless stars
& mechanized Osmosis before elementary "Running Cars"
Or Night Clubs, Shopping malls, shacks, and bars
That litter Mother Earth like monuments to the girth
Of our lowly self-worth - we are falling head-first
Towards un-giving dirt - Suicide through shut-lid eyes
I couldn't bear to see demise...Coming
Fate has been the very thing from which I found myself running
Weary is the tested cunning Wars rhythmic like constant drumming
Civilians lives left in limbo wondering is that ominous or triumphant thundering
Why are the clouds rumbling? Are the gods stumbling?
Drunkenly towards extinction - divinity tainted by Mortal liaisons
Who long ago forgot the reasons for the various seasons
Theirs is the most nefarious treason - Sure we hold forgettable demons
But why carry and lead them along your false salvation?
We preside in purgatory now waiting for retribution which won't occur
1080p resolution on dreams deferred archaic hopes which we desert
Sweet dessert for the serpents that litter the lawn
You're grandmother used to toil upon - deep within dark recesses
Of age old memories and ill-tinted regrets that beget this stress which
Aches daily as we're tested -nestled within the crevice
Hourly bested and dressed with the shame to attest it
Now framed in the matrix – so its color will not grow faded
Stuck upon a never-ending wall in the halls of the creators
Boxed in with the magic wands, the unicorns, and acid-induced dawns
Dogma was worded well by worthless pawns
The parchment it was produced on well decay likes various dunes and ponds
Placed by Gods hands. So when our reality negates the plan that lies in wait
What can be said of destiny or fate? Love or hate? Real or fake?
Is the Matrix so real that your mind cannot sense it?
So well like white lies and false pretenses?
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