Jun 2018
Jack and Jill: Enter the Matrix
Jack and Jill, took the blue pill.
The truth they cared not for, the truth they ignored.
Their minds couldn't handle, what their brains didn't believe.
The truth stood in front of them, but they knew nothing is free.
They thought if they learned,
What wasn't meant to be known.
They would become slaves and never see home.
Stood on top of a hill, Jack turned to Jill.
Did we make the right choice?
Should we have had our eyes opened?
Just think of all the things, that we could have learned.
But what was the cost, a life time of slavery?
In life nothing’s given; foolishness is bravery.
Think of all of those heroes, you read about at school.
They died for a cause, surely that makes them fools.
Sure they found their fame, but only in their deaths;
I'd rather be unknown, than take my last breath.
But forever more we must know something is missing.
Our lives are a lie, our entire existence.
Scared of learning, or scared of the consequences?
Regrets all we have now, the truth could have been splendid!
Our chance has now passed, through fear of being slaves,
But we're trapped in this matrix, a slave to the wage.
Money and possessions, that’s all that we crave.
The heroes may be foolish, but at least they were brave,
Enough to at least try; I think we’re the slaves.
A glimmer of hope, shines right there in front of us
And we turn our backs, through fear and mistrust.
We could have been Gods! Better than our fellow man.
Now were just numbers, working for 'Uncle Sam'.
We could have flown, like birds in the sky,
Slowed down time, dodge bullets and not die.
We could have lived forever! We could have been just like Neo!
Now we’re just worms, to be eaten by the eagles.
I hate you Jack! You made me choose wrong.
I hate you Jill! I ignored it for a home
And a life with my wife.
We climb each day for a bucket of water;
We can hardly even feed our baby daughter.
Jenny's her name, her brother Joe's on the way.
What would they choose? Would they choose the same?
But our families ok, they won't know that they’re slaves.
They'll love life at home and they'll visit our graves.
We must teach them, nothing of what we know,
For they would grow to hate us and then they would go.
Our house is just fine, with the orchards of wine.
A family business for a hundred years,
Their lives will be the same.
Never wanting for anything, they will have all they want;
But they can never leave, for this is our spot,
Where my mother gave birth, like her mother before;
As will Jenny, as did I and as will many more.
For life is a circle, what goes around comes around.
Repeating history, is what we have found,
To work for generations, our family has survived.
We’re born here.
We live here.
And it's here that we die.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jack and Jill, took the blue pill.
The truth they cared not for, the truth they ignored.
Their minds couldn't handle, what their brains didn't believe.
The truth stood in front of them, but they knew nothing is free.
They thought if they learned,
What wasn't meant to be known.
They would become slaves and never see home.
Stood on top of a hill, Jack turned to Jill.
Did we make the right choice?
Should we have had our eyes opened?
Just think of all the things, that we could have learned.
But what was the cost, a life time of slavery?
In life nothing’s given; foolishness is bravery.
Think of all of those heroes, you read about at school.
They died for a cause, surely that makes them fools.
Sure they found their fame, but only in their deaths;
I'd rather be unknown, than take my last breath.
But forever more we must know something is missing.
Our lives are a lie, our entire existence.
Scared of learning, or scared of the consequences?
Regrets all we have now, the truth could have been splendid!
Our chance has now passed, through fear of being slaves,
But we're trapped in this matrix, a slave to the wage.
Money and possessions, that’s all that we crave.
The heroes may be foolish, but at least they were brave,
Enough to at least try; I think we’re the slaves.
A glimmer of hope, shines right there in front of us
And we turn our backs, through fear and mistrust.
We could have been Gods! Better than our fellow man.
Now were just numbers, working for 'Uncle Sam'.
We could have flown, like birds in the sky,
Slowed down time, dodge bullets and not die.
We could have lived forever! We could have been just like Neo!
Now we’re just worms, to be eaten by the eagles.
I hate you Jack! You made me choose wrong.
I hate you Jill! I ignored it for a home
And a life with my wife.
We climb each day for a bucket of water;
We can hardly even feed our baby daughter.
Jenny's her name, her brother Joe's on the way.
What would they choose? Would they choose the same?
But our families ok, they won't know that they’re slaves.
They'll love life at home and they'll visit our graves.
We must teach them, nothing of what we know,
For they would grow to hate us and then they would go.
Our house is just fine, with the orchards of wine.
A family business for a hundred years,
Their lives will be the same.
Never wanting for anything, they will have all they want;
But they can never leave, for this is our spot,
Where my mother gave birth, like her mother before;
As will Jenny, as did I and as will many more.
For life is a circle, what goes around comes around.
Repeating history, is what we have found,
To work for generations, our family has survived.
We’re born here.
We live here.
And it's here that we die.
(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
