I`m born
I`m alive
I breathe.
In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere,
upon which I reside,
is asleep on it`s feet.
should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I grow up
My open eyes see...
A zombified, somnambulist 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 deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow 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.