I´m born
I´m alive
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere
Upon I reside,
Is asleep on its feet.
Should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I grow up
My open eyes see...
A zombified, somnabulist society.
Leaving us as vitamins for the
Hibernating human animal.
Do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like I´m a vitamin.
On the surface you hate,
But you know you need me.
I´ll come dressed as any pill you dream fit.
Whatever helps you swallow the truth
All the more easily.
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I won´t plug in.
In fact I´d rather die before I will comply.
To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live,
´Cause in my mind it´s set;
The vitamin is ripe to give.
Coming closer to another 2000 years;
You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine.