So when does it end
All the immobility
The lethargy
The sleep?

When do we
Wake up
And smell the balance?

When do we look
To light for peace
Instead of the darkness
Of closed eyes?

When will the
Sounds of silence
Be less comforting
Than the sounds
Of consciousness?

We have all been
Fooled into modesty
By commercializing beauty
And eternalizing life

We forget that
We only have
A limited time here

And those who understand
Yet remain in
A stasis

A dreaming mind