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.