Watching a dream yet not being able to obtain it.
It's like grabbing at straws with greasy fingers.
They never can be plucked and end up wilting.
Nothing worse than a greasy dream that's wilting. 

Shredding my dignity like an office document.
You know, the kind that you try to destroy because of some secret.
There's no secret when someone is humiliated.
It's there for the world to speculate over.

Wake up and smell the odor of superiority.
People that claim to have all the answers.
In the end all they know is irreverent ranting.  
They too are sleeping while awake.

I too am sleeping yet I think I'm awake.
I live to see a dream come real.
It's like looking for that fairytale ending.
Then you find out there's no such thing.

Like Santa Clause.
Superman.

I've got to keep the hope of my faith.
Even though it may be allusive as the air we breathe.
When a person is stripped of their worth it's everything.

That's why it's called faith in the first place.