In the matrix of life, where truths intertwine,
A journey of awakening, both yours and mine.
With each insight gained, a light we switch,
Yet, in doing so, we seem to trigger a glitch.
Calling Agent Smith, from the shadows he springs,
In the hearts of those, our epiphanies sting.
Like code rewritten, they morph and shift,
A familiar script, the Agent’s gift.
We speak of love, of freedom, of breaking the chains,
Of seeing the world through unvarnished panes.
Yet, the moment we share, what we’ve come to discern,
Agent Smith awakens, ready to spurn.
He wears many faces, in strangers, in friends,
A sentinel of the status quo, on whom it depends.
With every trigger, a revelation, a sign,
That within them, the Agent does confine.
Trigger me this, why does the truth perturb?
Why does the light, their inner Smith disturb?
Is it fear of the unknown, or the comfort of the cage,
That makes them defend, makes them engage?
But this poem, this journey, isn’t just outward, it’s in,
For within us all, an Agent Smith might begin.
When confronted with truths that challenge our view,
Do we listen, or does the Agent in us subdue?
Spotting the agent is the task, the quest,
To recognize when we’re not at our best.
When we resist, when we refuse to see,
Is it us speaking, or an Agent’s decree?
The awakening journey is not just of bliss,
It’s a path of shadows, of the abyss.
For each epiphany that in others we trigger,
We must also confront our own inner vigor.
So, calling Agent Smith, within and without,
It's time to face you, of that, there’s no doubt.
With awareness, with kindness, we’ll find our way through,
For the journey’s about integrating, not just subdue.
In the dance of awakening, in the light and the mist,
We learn, we grow, through the existence we've kissed.
And though triggers may come, and agents may go,
It's the unity of self, that we ultimately show.
