You’re staring at me with ‘that’ look
indicating to what you took.
it’s for the best,
Your palm holds out a sweet for me,
I wonder which one I should take today…
“Where’s the red and blue pill -you know that’s the ones I’ll instil.
Alice made the choice you know -that’s the place I’d rather go;
reality versus the fake, a choice I’d rather decide to take
-not this ‘happy’ pill you prescribe -with that one I’d really, rather die.”
Your look pains (in dismay), you heard this all -just the other day.
“It’s not red -nor blue, this ones white -just for you,
this will help you clearly think, just try it and see -no tricks.”
The pill now lays in my hand, it stares and bellows out loud.
Not now -not after all the ‘…’ I allowed.
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