you have a choice to make

between a blue and red pill

to be what is given

or become through will

the blue pill offers absolutes 

as waves of doubt crash down

shelter trembling minds

before in fear they drown

the red pill is an acid

that burns away illusion

ingest it and let reason

shine light on delusion

question everything

peel the onion back

until you stand exposed

before the void’s black

but do not be afraid

do not retreat 

let go and enter

emptiness will greet

but no matter your path

whatever your guide

love does not care

which pill you decide

-- 

finally, why poetry

why not be more direct

why speak in riddles

why the allegorical effect

because truth is elusive

it does not sit still

it must be whispered

not hammered by will

becoming turns brittle

when fixed into creed

once named eternal 

it ceases to breathe 

poets shine light

on the hidden fear

until what we call truth

grows honest and clear

dialogue is centered

reflecting the middle way

with no capitals

nothing absolute to say