FREEDOM

Locked out,
Never to be released.
Far in the back,
Collecting dust is a box.
In that box holds the truth,
The reality that doesn’t exist.
Is it the blue pill?
Or the red?
Enter the rabbit hole.
If you go up there,
You won’t return.
It’s waiting to take you.
In the attic,
Never to be seen again.
It’s waiting,
Creeping,
Red eyes searching.
It’s locked away,
Angry.
Pounding,
Wanting out,
Yelling to be freed.
Then a little boy goes to explore.
The beast gets its freedom.Now you must be scared.