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I've Been Sleeping For Too Long (first draft)

So, what if I told you

reality is the dream.

Are you prepared for the

                                         NIGHTMARE?

Do you want to wake up?

Yes, the key is to open your mind and wake up and become one of the socially conscious higher ups in the anarchy we call

Society,

But with great power comes great responsibility.

Honestly, do you believe in the prophecy that our generation can

RISE THROUGH ADVERSITY

Become the masterpiece that God envisioned when he created this tapestry of writers and athletes?

Actually, better yet

Do you believe in the ghost of the past that rest uncomfortably in it's sanctuary?

Are we the Golden Age or are we gilded

We're livid, vivid, driven toward a goal that looks more like a sign telling us we're going the wrong way.

A wicked testimony.

So we're faced with these two options

To wake up or remain dormant

To be a pawn or be a king

To live on our knees or die on our feet

And I don't blame you if you choose eternal slumber

Because we all love to sleep and it's ironic because that's what we look forward to to during each and every day we spend in this dream --

I mean, reality

But, if you choose to lay off the benadryl and take a dose of this "real world"

You may find that missing key you've been looking for.

Or, the glass can be empty and you find nothing but misery and insomnia.

Again, the choice is yours and even if it may SCARE you

Dying on your feet means you learned to walk.

Isn't that the first thing we learn to do?

So maybe our parents actually taught a life lesson

(to our extreme disbelief)

And do know a thing or two

But still, we are the iPhone generation

And they have no clue how to tweet anti government conspiracies and

scroll for hours on tumblr

So what do they know

For all we know they may still be asleep and in the same cheap hotel room as us

So is there to trust

When we dream of gamemasters loving torturing the lower classes and pitting them against each other in death matches?!

Take this match and spark the cowards

Bring light to the revolution and set ablaze the darkening towers

Let's have lucid dreams and rebuild the democracy

Dreams and reality become synonymous and merge into each other to form a new entity and we shall call it

GOD? YOUR MASTERPIECE!

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Written by
noah-a-baker
American
Published
Apr 9, 2014
Lines·Words
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Notes

sorry it's so long

hm.

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