Just like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her.
Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
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#AGLITCHINTHEMATRIX
It felt like a glitch in the matrix Like I've already known it'd happen But it was just another unexplained phenomenon And nothing hi-fi or sci-fi...
But then I don't believe in the matrix Or that we're just programmed beings, Set in a sequence with commands, To follow and move in the matrix
Because if that was so, The commands aren't linear Or the programming code not clear Because nothing happens by set rules here
Who sets rules anyway? Who defines what's right and wrong? There's no one to tell you that's true No one to convince the falsity too
The past, the present, the future Can get mixed up in a blink The situations, memories explanations, May all change in a wink
What's a matrix of life, If everything unexplained becomes a glitch And it doesn't take even a second to switch When it becomes a disorderly chaos
Coming back to our programmed lives, There's so much error that at a point, We feel like jumping out of the code, To be labelled as a 'glitch' in the society.
Somedays we're malfunctional, Somedays we just act out of line The matrix if present is unable to control The glitching sparks in time.
