It is like a splinter in my very mind
stabbing into the core of my existance
the answer elusive and evasive does bind
to a firery cave that chokes with persistence.
To this state of bondage we must find a key
no longer to be enslaved by elusions
the red pill we must choose to swallow to see
and forsake the red dress a mere delusion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem