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  Stanley Victor Paskavich

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 Matrix


Who's the dreamer of this dream?
Does he slumber warm and serene?
Does he toss all through the night,
With terrible thoughts and astral flight.
The "Matrix" movies we have all seen,
So unbelievable on the silver screen.
They show the truth and call it a game.
They glamourize the actors into fame.
Facts stranger than fiction, this is what they say,
What is this matrix game we do play?
Worlds within worlds, and worlds without,
So many people living in doubt.
I've seen voids of nothing, I've felt worlds of fire,
Now I sit patiently without a desire.

Stan 11-06-05





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