Sentiments once my blood,
I welcome the flood,
Actions I pursued,
Smooth as a canoe,
The high of no sense,
My fate none more immense,
Spontaneity I thrived,
I breathed with forsaken blithe,
All with the ebb and flow,
What unknown I know.
The matrix invades.
Passions now stiff,
A pawn of the myth,
Contained like a bum,
The dark I turn from,
As cycles I churn,
The dreams I burn,
I yawn to be free,
But change I bury,
Thoughts my enemy,
I ask if I am me,
As I become what I've feared.