Matrix

People come in types

They all look the same

Patterns swirl within larger patterns

A glitch is hard to see

Unless you watch so carefully

Isn’t this like a movie?

interactive action

Repelling and then so much attraction

A video game, but one that stars me?

Do you think I paid to take this ride?

To do stuff or maybe hide out

For a rainy day or two

From that otherworld – the dream I dream

Which is real. Which not. A real mystery

Am I just a distraction for the other me

The one that’s more real than real?

The Godlike creator, player, actor

That struts his stuff on this matrix’d stage

Do you think I really have history?

Or am I just living for a day

Programmed context for an away day

To sleep is to return from whence I came

It really is just a video game.