Not plugged into the matrix, I'm plugged into my phone,
I'm on every social network, yet while scrolling feel alone.
What am I if not the sum, of my mobile number and email address?
That I am more digital than real, how do this reality I redress?
I can choose to swallow the red pill, and look you straight in the eyes,
You'd be hunched on your phone, that there are sentients, is a pack of lies.
The blue pill prevents awkwardness, of feeling human again,
When I don't look and can't be rejected, it saves me all the pain.
If even for a singular moment, someone tries to yank me off,
The algorithm serves me more posts, is a hydra, all you may scoff.
It's a lost and futile battle, I end up drowning in the rabbit hole,
My body and mind have been harnessed, the only salvation is my soul.
I might be a slave to the machines, I still can dream to fly,
By writing a poem daily, I can to liberate you daily try.
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