The Matrix Poem by James Bost
The Matrix
it hard now being lonley
without wanting to leave this room
its been to long
the wall are closing
getting dark
nerves are bugging
worried
day dreaming
hibernating
victim to society
combined wit pressure against faith
forgot the look
smeel and sound of nature
watching the shadow
run pass on the walls
listening to laughter
and fun on the otherside
of these walls
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