*what is Reality?
Asks one Morpheus looking straight into my eyes,
from one end of one Matrix
And in the Sophie's World,
Matrices swims in the air,
like the Incepted dreams.
Nausea hovers in the air with the 'death of the creater..'
Ishmael feeds me with 3000 years.
I cry ,'Goethe, I am hand to mouth,yet.'
A Schrödinger searches for his catty reality in a dark room.
And an Indian sits to feel the walking ant into his heart artery.
I dance on this :
'sarkar ka nazara hai, (its a vision of the omnipresent)
tamasha nahi hai.' (its not a stupid play.)
from one end of one Matrix
And in the Sophie's World,
Matrices swims in the air,
like the Incepted dreams.
Nausea hovers in the air with the 'death of the creater..'
Ishmael feeds me with 3000 years.
I cry ,'Goethe, I am hand to mouth,yet.'
A Schrödinger searches for his catty reality in a dark room.
And an Indian sits to feel the walking ant into his heart artery.
I dance on this :
'sarkar ka nazara hai, (its a vision of the omnipresent)
tamasha nahi hai.' (its not a stupid play.)
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