"Everything we see or seem is nothing but a dream with in a dream"

What a hoax, a coax
A pathetic poke on what,
a world should be.

What cowardly nonsense
seen from eyes suffering
with jaundice.

You yellow fool,
Gold is not cold
chilled or mellow.

I'm alive and vibing
Suffering and crying.
But my heart beats
my breath does not creep to barely a stir.

I'm coursing and churning, observing and learning.

The only lucid dream
is me
a Curse a Spell, just living in hell.
But I'm living well.