I'm drawn into the matrix,
From fear of scrutiny
Cast by relentless metrics.
I'm rather confined
to pixilated companions,
Digital confidantes, with tales entwined.
Trying to escape my demise,
They know not my reality,
But only my virtuality.
Give me the red pills,
Where I will embrace
Comforting illusion of sacred thrills.
Immersing ourselves in virtual laughter,
In a world of simulation wonder.
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC
I'm drawn into the matrix,
From fear of scrutiny
Cast by relentless metrics.
I'm rather confined
to pixilated companions,
Digital confidantes, with tales entwined.
Trying to escape my demise,
They know not my reality,
But only my virtuality.
Give me the red pills,
Where I will embrace
Comforting illusion of sacred thrills.
Immersing ourselves in virtual laughter,
In a world of simulation wonder.
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