Waking Up

Unplugging from the matrix

Waking up for the first time, a fog, a vapor, an opiate rises to the rungs
What once lulled me, soothed me, fooled me, now singes my lungs.

I can't lie here anymore, I've never rested, so much sleep, I now bemoan.
My escape, my freedom, my release is my own, no jailer, just me all alone.

I know now, I've always known, I know in my soul, I know in my bones.
I thought I'd been searching, looking, wanting, I was but a drone.