strike to smite the silence
the demented order
of gathered myths in our mind
a mind of collective potential
the greatest outcome could be
the exodus to nothing
and floating on air beds
and wishing beads.
Bread clouds to eat
and music is everything.

symbols were generated to fool me
and the journey wasn't a riddle
it was right there ready to be over with
it has been waiting before birth
no one completes the journey anyway
just one day
we decide to sit down on the side of the trail
and realize there are grass fields that surround us
and flowers that smell like chemical happiness
that we don't have to sacrifice ourselves for
a means to a living kind of thing.
take a break
for 10 minutes
and then for 10 minutes more.
then we keep hitting snooze to
stay asleep
for every dream