Matrix, i serve thee!
I leave my home, travel breathing the violent traffic of machines Soon, to plug myself to a larger machine Feeding text using my intelligence, which one day will be replaced By the machine itself I serve the Matrix, with a contemplation to survive In turn it feeds me small pleasures Like the bad news, a funny video, your friends feeds and cries Which look like lover’s marks on the barks of an old tree, a mark here and a mark there Its not just me, its almost everyone Feed the Matrix to help it grow into everybody’s friend, relative or a monster! Sharing personal cries, codes, images, moving images and all Together we give life to it, till it gets a life of its own The knowledge of the artificial is also as artificial The sciences, arts, money or management Doing the same! building the material world So are the schools or the education Some of us play all day, with switches, staring at the provoking screens or parts of machines Sometimes exhausted and lost from th