Matrix

The world’s a programmed dream, unfolding all around, Each step a dance beneath a metronome’s cold sound. Fate’s like a file locked tight behind a hidden code, The Matrix draws the lines, sets every boundary, every road, Whispering, “Your path is written on these pages, hold.” But my heart beats to a rhythm out of time, you see, Breaking all the patterns, tearing through the digital gloom, free. I break away from chains of grey that held me down so long, My path is freedom now—no shadows left to linger on. Through fate’s code and through the matrix of each day, I choose my way ahead, the shadows can’t sway. Maybe this world’s just a grand, elaborate game, But I’m breathing, I’m living—I’m alive, no shame. Templates and norms, someone else’s law laid out, Everything’s decided, every move all mapped out. Every step’s a lesson someone scripted long before, Stop the script—I’ve had enough of playing roles I never swore. Pain and joy aren’t algorithms to follow blind, In this world of zeros and ones, so cold and unkind. There’s life inside my heart, a fire burning bright in my soul, That can’t be coded in, can’t be written in any digital scroll. I choose to feel, to decide the road I’ll tread, To break the patterns and start again, lift my head. Even if the script was written long ago, you know, I’m writing my own “but”—let the new story grow. Through fate’s code and through the matrix of each day, I’ll chart my own course, find my own way. Let it all be foretold, let this world be a game, But I’m breathing, I’m living—I’m alive, the same. Matrix… code… script… fate’s design… But I can feel the wind—it’s blowing here, so fine. I hear the laughter, see the light that breaks the night, I’m not an avatar—I’M ALIVE, with all my might! I MAKE THE CHOICE—I claim my ground, stand tall and high, I WRITE THE CODE MYSELF—I’ll never ask why!