You were asked;
“Will it be red or blue? ”
You answered;
“I'll take the red pill”
So why do you complain?
Isn't it enough to be awake?
Why do you fret n' spit on truth?
You made a choice for your own sake!
Why run around demanding proof?
Trust heart and soul to guide you
Through the troubled times ahead
It was the longer straw you drew
No need to walk on feet of lead
Rejoice!
You've made it to “The great transition”
Relax!
You need not “Jockey for position”
ROTMS
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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