Tears of blood,
a dead girl,
who was it?
Neo.
When will you stop?
When will the killing stop?
When will the Matrix die?
Soon says he.
Soon.
A phone call,
your life changed forever,
the god of dreams,
does his magic,
wake in goo.
Your whole life ahead of you.
Free.
Free.
In the world of the Real,
everything was cold,
like a freezer,
your life was new,
everything was new.
But you were free.
Freed from the machines,
they ruled the world.
But only the fake world,
nothing ruled the Real world.
You ruled yourself.
So what do you choose?
A life of slavery,
a battery, if you must,
or a life of freedom.
What do you choose?
'What is the Matrix',
it will free your mind,
and your soul.
Authors note: normally I don't write poetry, but I felt today I must, I needed to get my mind off things. How better to do that than think of the wonderful world of 'The Matrix'?