Im bornIm aliveI breatheIn a moment or two I realize,that the sphere upon which I reside,is asleep on its feet.should I go back to sleep?We orbit the sunI grow upmy open eyes see...A zombified, somnambulist society.Leaving us as vitaminsfor the hibernating human animal.Do you see what I mean?You stare at me like a vitaminOn the surface you hate,but you know you need me.Ill come dressed as any pill you deem fit.Whatever helps you swallow truthall the more easily.And I wonder, will you digest me?Into the sleep machine I wont plug in,in fact Id rather die before I will comply.To you, my friend,I write the reason I still live,cause in my mind its set the vitamin is ripe to giveComing closer to another 2000 yearsyou and I will prythe closed eye of the sleep machine
