We chose the blue pill,
His food for thought was too cold a meal.
He said the red one was better,
We thought, hey! live now repent later.
He said seek the truth,
We thought,a strange soul forsooth,
To leave these,that give us pleasure,
For 'truth' a peculiarity we don't treasure?
He called it the solution,
We preferred the blissful ignorance of illusion.
We, wanton souls, unaccustomed to 'light'
preferred our lives lived as we thought right.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
We chose the blue pill,
His food for thought was too cold a meal.
He said the red one was better,
We thought, hey! live now repent later.
He said seek the truth,
We thought,a strange soul forsooth,
To leave these,that give us pleasure,
For 'truth' a peculiarity we don't treasure?
He called it the solution,
We preferred the blissful ignorance of illusion.
We, wanton souls, unaccustomed to 'light'
preferred our lives lived as we thought right.