Asleep

Still asleep and half awake, waiting for the bus to pass, getting out my bus pass, busting my ass for the little pay, little me I pray, little world I say, too small for my mind to even play, but I say, woe to the mind that is blind to the concoction of co-conspirators that consign our souls to the corporations, hiding behind super ego lie, frightened eyes tracing the footsteps of the blind, I came, saw and about to find, what the real meaning is to live a lie, to be following a dream made out of smoke, I toke and I blow, the mirrors I break, I watch the smoke and mirrors fade away, like the unicorn, a dream never meant to be born, but most are living it, more like surviving, never questioning, always giving in, like a prostitute, I guess we have to create our own avenue, where we put our values, my message to them, the future is malleable, the seed that is planted is the metaphysical slowly birthing the physical, so dream beautiful!