The blue pill still sits on the side of the plate
teasing me with thoughts of ignorant bliss of childhood laughs
Reminding me of the digesting red pill that handed me a plate of truthful confusion
I want truth I want Truth
thats what I tell myself
but as the aches, pains, and voices perservere
I want nothing more than childish things
Fear and failure overtake my soul
and I hide from the greats who ask for support
and the needy thats hiss and spit
for thats all they know to do.
The cry I hear is for love
But even though unconditional
it seems I have run out of love from above
until I realise in all of this that its not love they ask for
but opinions from a pseudo wise factory of history which I do not think I know enough (might as well make it up).
Then i wonder elsewhere as of no passers by actually wish to know what I think
but to express anger and hatred for what they believe is our stated truth
Its dark in here and I cant see where I am
The people with me I love but cant stand
I ask if they have more light
but feel guilty for asking
as where they stand can they give?
or are they just a mess?
Its all starting to make less sense now and the truth is so grey
I yearn for blue pill fundamentals to lead me the way
But they grate on me more than the mess
and I’d rather be here in this cave of darkness
The truth sets you free – which doesnt change for me
but freedom just another word for nothing else to lose
and what I have around me is just material.
which is still keeping the cold and the kids off my back
one more credit need to supply my faith
is that how it all works?
don’t really know where i am going with this!
I guess I need more light! Anyone? Light?
p.s. if you can shed light on any of this I would appreciate it….