To the Mother

As above, so below

Take me away to things I want to know

Swallow the red pill

Down the blue one

Give me blissful knowledge until I am none

One with the universe

Cliche of enlightenment

In itself, a sort of atonment

To seek it is a curse

Come down, understand me

It isn't hard to fathom

Hold me, allow me to see

The darkness that pervades the light

Until we all enjoy your might

Touch the goddess

Let her speak

Take her as your mistress

Tell her you are meek

Let go, face down

Everything left to conquer

Has left you hunger prone

As you attempt to fill this hollow

Don't let your peers follow

Down one path

Exit another

Moving too fast

Crash into the Mother

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

The mother could define many things you leave many options open for interpetation,unique nice flow with rhymes