Many Times Before

The truth in plain sight,

Seen many times before,

Glazed over and ignored,

Not now or any more,

Glimpses here and there,

Flashes of lightning in the storm,

Understanding rises,

As the sun does in the dawn,

Anger rises in your breast,

How could you not have known before,

Reality hits like a thunderclap,

Striking to the very core,

The choice is as simple,

As Morpheus would go on to say,

Wonderland or dreamland,

It is your own choice of way.