Am I trapped in an imperfect system or a purposed algorithm?
Does colour reveal itself through some phantasmal prism?
Categorically ordered beings, flippant or robotic,
Designed by "nature" to perfect yet so chronic,
An infinite progression to a result most regressive,
Our stance all but shows our strive to be possessive,
Can we cure ourselves from this materialistic dump?
Routine trips, cartwheels and flips, until we hit a speedhump?


So then... What if..


What if I had done the opposite yesterday?
What if my decision changed the course of today?
What if the loop repeats for me to change?
What if this matrix thus offers...