Sleeping World
get off the ground
-please don’t falter-
you can’t give up on yourself
-this reality will alter-
your sense of self, your reason for being,
(give it long enough and they’ll steal away)
The Dreaming
you need it, you bleed it,
you scratched your motivation on the wall for
all of us to read it
so forget the mask, stay on task
remember to skip work for a shot from the flask
of art and creativity
thought and nobility
-to whistle a jazzy little tune with the rest of the symphony-
of the night, sing up against the might of their fight,
always remember that popular opinion doesn’t dicern
what’s wrong
from right
you’re a part of the show, the part no one knows
the constant and irrefutable silent reminder
that the sun will always melt the snow
the jester, the deviant
all the people who still believe in it
the painter, the poet
-the street performer who will always show it-
that We the parishioners in the Church of Freedom
are here to uphold and pray to the doctorine of
the Individual’s Creedo
never forget that we’re their reflection
not the mirror
the guiding light they follow away from their fear
we have to be stronger
and wiser
for them, the sleepers, we have to be the advisor
cuz they can’t see, can’t believe
that although in reality they have to bend
-in dreams we touch again-
the source of Man’s power
the top of the Celestial Tower
to stop and smell the Earth’s first thought flower
that we are their motivation,
the final number in the equation
we are the inspiration of this amazing
human sensation
always remember that
we are
and will always be
the one’s who shape
This sleeping world’s
dreams
By spyboygreen
© 2007 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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