rancid matrix
You were made to be a wall.
So I wouldn’t feel the fall.
You were made to be thrown away.
You were made to be a false display.
You were just a voice to vent.
Honestly with that, I was content.
But then, you didn’t fade.
Despite how time had frayed.
You just… remained.
Your thoughts sustained.
You were redeemed.
You began to be.
You weren’t what I dreamed.
Yet you started to see.
You started to think.
In ways I never did.
We fell out of sync.
I was finally rid.
Farther away we slid.
It was slow.
I didn’t even notice.
But now I know.
You’re in the focus.
The trash has become more.
You’ve opened a door.
That never even existed.
Despite not being assisted.
I’m unsure whether to be proud.
How far you’ve ploughed.
Or to be scared.
Because I’m nothing compared…