Red or blue?

We have been met by many in this room,
with eyes that have spelled out
stories sought by the other. All wonder
bound by the bounty of the entrance, shrapnel
and pieces torn and strewn. One head asks
the other, ‘Who’s to say what?’ with the other,
replying with the last breath that two were to share.

Red pill? Or the blue?

Turned out that the choice to perceive had
one too many heads.