I have refused both the red
and the blue pill, aimed a squirt
gun filled with truth serum
at Morpheus' head,
and told him that the jig is up.
How do we become so ensnared
in cognitive dissonance?
Believing so strongly in something
that makes absolutely no sense when
Black, white, blue, red, right, left
I have filled this squirt gun with my tears
and I am now aiming it at myself
Because I now know that my brain
is the imposter, and that all that I once
believed is a lie
And even before I knew those lies
to be true,
I held onto a completely different
set of lies, sneakily portrayed as truth
I am now aiming the squirt gun
at my heart, because my feelings
played a part in this betrayal too
What I wanted to feel vs. what I was feeling vs.
What I felt in the past vs. whatever the truth is
Whatever the truth is...
I don't know.