Poetry

Resistance Is Futile, Neo

I feel alone in this world
as if the collective is insane
and I’m the only one
who merely thinks he is.

Perhaps I should stop
taking red pills.

Then again,
blue was never my color,
except when I feel alone.

Or is blue the reason
I stay in Wonderland?

Am I alone because I’m different,
or am I different
because I’m alone.

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