An Ode to the Sleeping
Would I open your eyes...
long the dust has gathered...
seeing things the way you do...
the dust in the way of what matters
the eyes glued shut from goo
and your ears plugged with cobwebs
try as I might
I am not getting threw.
The world as you see it is a fantasy
a play that comes neatly to an end.
though i wish it were so
that way just won't go
the laws of the All still hold sway
no One who isn't human will save
humanity from being slaves
they must save themselves
with help of course
but their course must be to act
in that way does He act anyway.
Don't wait for the prophets
or those who lived before
to get out of their tombs
hoping they will do your chores
save you from toil
is a hallucination
a padded reality
oh please just wake up
No? Well fine then
so sleep on if you will
but there is still a work to do
the rest of us will
drink that cup
you can sleep still
when the rewards come too.
keep safe in the unreal.
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