Two pills on the table one red one blue
what do I do?
Red offers the truth and a chance to see what really is.
Blue offers a chance to wake up at home and I belive what I want, by the time I've weighed my options I see I have chosen Red.
I can never go back to sleeping safe in bed for I've chosen the pill of Red. I see truth now for the lies are dead.
I ask you though with truth revealed and deceit fully dread.
Would I not have been better off sleeping in bed?
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