Two steps in and
one step back
the time passes
as a delicate
trance

the bashing of control,
and symphony of freedom
ah this matrix,
has many faces

those who stay alive,
and escape its grasp,
who retain their soul
and sacrifice
nothing

this was the poet,
and his secret power

those who detach,
and transcend from
the structures,
with word
as their potent
sword

keep your freedom,
and stay true to yourself
authenticity has a value
more than a thousand
mountains