Buried underneath
The rubble of images
Obscurity, distortion, manipulation, supposition
Will I discover
A real you
In the Dream called society
Buried underneath
The rubble of images
Obscurity, distortion, manipulation, supposition
Will you discover
A real me
Step outside the city limits of the Matrix
to the place they call Zion
When you have chance to sneak out
That is where I find you
For what you are
Like it. Really enjoyed it. Great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Avoid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice and beautifully crafted write. its big challenge to discover one's self.good