When life is playing Matrix
Since the very early age,
I can see the variables multiplying
And I always looked for modern sages.
In the squares of Matrix
I’m too careless for a defeat,
While my arms have a pain
I think of my purpose, at repeat.
There is no purpose in life
And I am fine breathing in right now,
I will figure out original idea of heaven
Behind my birth and what am I doing right now.
I just stepped in Matrix
For what I was then and now,
Let me just love the life little more
And milk it like a holy cow.
While I play on squares of Matrix
I am learning to draw my inner circle,
I like circles drawn over Matrix
And their size getting triple.
My father once told me
Chess seems a waste of time,
Nerdly curious I did the opposite
And I am back well in time.
On the Matrix of the chess
Daddy was drawing his inner circle,
Someone just confirmed me recently
His obsession for chess seems a wrong signal.
I don’t know & I am lost
In my own inner circle,
Matrix of life doesn’t scare me at all
Life is a grand-master to solve her own puzzles.
What often makes you loose your originality?
Am I purely natural as myself?
I’m asking the questions to me right now
Can that be known by playing it safe?