m a t r i x

He woke each day inside a haze, A drifting mind, a hollow maze. Coffee, screens, the same old tone. A crowded world that felt alone.

He chased the things they said were right: The job, the praise, the sleepless night. He wore the mask, he played the part, While silence screamed inside his heart.

He laughed on cue, he learned the smile, To hide the ache, to run the mile. His joy was bought, his peace was sold. A dreamer dying in the mold.

He scrolled through lives that weren’t his own, A king online, yet void at home. He feared the truth, ignored the call. For waking up would break it all.

Then one still night, his walls grew thin, The noise went dark, the light crept in. He sat with thoughts he used to flee, And whispered softly, “Who is me?”

The air grew thick, his chest grew tight, A thousand ghosts beneath the light. The pain he’d buried rose like flame. Each scar now spoke and named his name.

He faced his past the shame, the grief, The lies he wore, the false belief: That worth was won by what he owned, That love was earned, that pain was loaned.

He cried not weak, but pure, released, A man once caged, now half-deceased. Then stillness came, a breath, a spark, A gentle glow within the dark.

He walked again, slow, clear, awake, Through every truth he used to fake. He learned the soul is not a climb, But space that stretches out through time.

He left the noise, embraced the pain, Felt sunlight pierce his chest again. Meditation, breath, the earth. All whispered softly of his worth.

He watched the system’s pretty snare, The chains of comfort everywhere. The screens that sell, the words that blind. The quiet war against the mind.

And still he smiled not with disdain, But with compassion for the pain. He saw we’re taught to sleep, obey, To trade our souls for modern day.

But he had seen the hidden seam, The veil between the truth and dream. He lived now slow, in gentle grace, Each moment sacred, none to chase.

He found that love is not to seek. It blooms when hearts are still and meek. The higher realm was not above, But born through breath, awareness, love.

Now peace hums softly in his chest, His thoughts no longer break his rest. He moves through life without the race, Each step aligned, each glance embraced.

He walks the earth, both grounded, free. A man who is what he came to be. Once lost in chaos, fear, and fight. Now glowing still a soul of light.