Sweet voices lull us into subliminal confusion

echoing forth enunciations of

must-haves for our lives.

Souls caught up in the Matrix

peddling their wares,

a thin veneer of sweet dreams

veiling the anguish of a forgotten truth.

 

Sickly sweet voices telling me of the

sweet dreams I’ll have if only I buy

into their socially constructed Matrix of

controlled chaos.  But I’ve filled my ears with

life’s true voice.  Tendrils of the Matrix

won’t ensnare me.