Matrix tricks

Life is like a twiglet

You either love it

Or hate it’s tugging

Pheromones.

 

Does that make sense?

 

As free climbers climb

And bedridden youth

Gasp for air.

 

Their beloved pets

Shoved aside

When they die.

 

You get to the top

Look down and

Get that buzz.

 

Another line,

Of dwindling

Frolicking snort.

 

In what ever disguise

Is you peccadillo.

 

A brief ending

Either a lifetime

Or another sniff.

 

Having never known

Your true identity.

 

Makers of the matrix

Win again.

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