After Matrix, I'm still here

I’m sunk but I’m trying to awake me.

The way I’m taking is full of distraction, of matter, of hurries and noise.

I don’t want this way, I’m not still sure.

I’m not still sure of me; of my capacity for overtake the situation.

I’ haven’t made my choice yet.

I’ve to do it or I’ll be lost in the middle of the way.

I’m not sure about if I’m confused or not, but what I know is that I’m not aware of what I’m yet.

I believe to see some lights, but I’ve lost my own trust, and now I’m not proud of what I’m.

I don’t believe me, I feel weak yet, I feel weak.

I’m going to be valorous today and I’m going out without fear, being empty, being receptive.