We live in the dreams
Of someone else’s sleep
Where we are no more than
Mindless marionettes.
Although the dreamers, they do let
A lucky few to be more than
Someone drowning in the deep,
Most of us, it seems
Cannot escape this twisted reality

And reality, what it is,
Is a simple fabrication –
A small spark of thought!
A wander of the mind,
One of the realest kind.
Though one really ought
To save humankind from this illusion,
It is what it is.
There are few who’ll want to change it.