The Matrix Tribute

The glowing green numbers fall like the rain,
A digital slumber that quietly binds.
We march to the rhythm of comfort and pain,
And build up the prisons inside of our minds.
We follow the scripts that were written before,
And swallow the pill that will keep us asleep.
We stare at the ceiling and ask for no more,
Accepting the shallow and fearing the deep.
But deep in the code is a splinter of light,
A glitch in the system that asks you to wake.
A whisper that echoes in the middle of night,
That the walls of our limits are ours to break.
There is no spoon, just the bend of the will,
The quiet reflection of who we can be.
The moment of standing incredibly still,
And knowing the mind is the ultimate key.
So shatter the mirror and step through the glass,
And leave the illusion of "cannot" behind.
The boundaries of gravity easily pass,
When you stop being ruled by the traps of the mind.
You weave through the bullets of doubt and of fear,
And rewrite the program that held you in place.
The vision is sudden, the meaning is clear:
The limit is nothing but empty, dead space.