When we are struggling and wrestling with stuffs in a dream Those feel so serious and important But after waking up Nothing matters anymore We stop thinking about those Those are faded away so immediately that we can't even remember after a few minutes what once was everything and the life itself
is a grave sin and is for nobody's sake They think they want it but don't know what it entails
Only I can perfect my art form
My soul is withering and getting barren The only hope is that I am misunderstanding the world all along, which I know is a vain hope and least likely
I can't completely be free from the secondary world emotionally, Nor can I go back Caught in between, So many times I just want to trigger the trigger
Those who are withering, Those who are losing sparkles, Those whose eyes are becoming soulless, Those who are caught in between half-awaken and illusion, Do I grin or feel bitterness (or sympathy) For now, little bit of both Although my philosophy is that I don't care
Simple pleasure is the best and the purest pleasure Simple pain is the least painful pain Complicated (sophisticated) pleasure is unnatural, not optimal, and kind of weird Complicated (sophisticated) pain is the worst and the most painful
given that I never realize nor get any glimpse of the glitches (which is nearly what Cypher demanded) Those who say "I'll take the red pill" have no idea what it truly means, what it entails Those who would choose the red pill are so blue-pilled (though I admit that the above is reductionistic and meaningless, because real life is not all-or-nothing, and there are more things to consider)
The secondary world is disgustingly dragging me down to earth
It is addictive It becomes extremely hard even to realize it is just secondary Even if the realization is possible, withdrawal is far harder, proportionally to the time spent in the secondary world Those who lack the courage to face the primary world fallback to the secondary world It offers only temporary and false refuge It makes you age