Are we conscious or is this a dream.
Existence is not exactly as it seems.
What precisley is the truth,
This world will bleed us of our youth.
To think this is an illusion,
Then one must come to this conclusion.
This is no ominous trick,
Arrive the world we live, the Matrix.
Taught to believe what is not,
Desperately praying to restore our souls.
Mental constraints that paints us all as Saints,
Planting unknown mysteries with soiled seeds.
Exploiting alluring words, contradicting that which revoles around us.
Are we dead or are we alive,
Holding terror behind our eyes.
We’ve just fled and can’t turn back,
Unknowingly committed some sinister act.
Revising the cognition of human existence,
Hypnotize, with the promise of being set free…
Written By: RL Bean
Copyright © 2008