Sometimes
it occurs to me
to think and wonder
about those we all
left behind
Those we left
within the matrix
to do whatever
the system bids them to
Are they alive Sleeping unknowingly Would they want what we have, or would they be content to know and sleep simultaneously
And do they ever think of us, who left forsaking false comfort and taking up all reality has to offer and to fight for
If they saw us changed and dressed up in the costumes that make us important in the eyes of ourselves
With our attitudes that since we are saving the world we should be treated with respect even from those who know not what we do
With our self-righteous anger we patrol the streets as we save the world and more often ourselves one unfortunate, innocent occupied body at a time
Would those we loved a world ago recognize us and see past the attitudes and the clothes? Struggle to see The ones they once loved?
Sometimes, I hope not
Are they alive Sleeping unknowingly Would they want what we have, or would they be content to know and sleep simultaneously
And do they ever think of us, who left forsaking false comfort and taking up all reality has to offer and to fight for
If they saw us changed and dressed up in the costumes that make us important in the eyes of ourselves
With our attitudes that since we are saving the world we should be treated with respect even from those who know not what we do
With our self-righteous anger we patrol the streets as we save the world and more often ourselves one unfortunate, innocent occupied body at a time
Would those we loved a world ago recognize us and see past the attitudes and the clothes? Struggle to see The ones they once loved?
Sometimes, I hope not