I wake up lonely. I wake up cold, wondering about life.
In dreams, I fly. In dreams, I walk. Awake, I merely talk. I yammer, I stammer, I nod, I agree, I blab, I blah blah. In dreams, I speak words that can't be spoken, understand everything imperfectibly. Awake, I know everything without understanding. With every falsified passing thrill, I am no longer sacred; just an unwitting fool.
The educated fool spins poetic; his noise thuds against cool satisfied skulls. Deaf ears plugged into the wires hear what they please - my playlist, my identity, my world. Private adolescence dancing in beautiful couplet with public obedience. Nod, concede, this is reality baby, snouts buried in a weathered golden troft, as gold lead paint drips off to the beat of raindrops. Don't worry, he's assured, salvation is freedom; and the golden gruel releases its poison.
From every hell arises the promise of greater heights. Another level down, another level down, endless spiral of rings, it's only a dream. Its only a dream. Another level up, another level up, endless spiral of rings stretching to infinity, it's only a nightmare. Its only a nightmare.
Something has gotta be there, they promised. Nothing. Nothing and more nothing. Silence and more silence. Ham and more ham. Swine all the way down, swine all the way up. Beat your skull with hollow promises, there's nothing more to it; keep pounding away until you're pushing up daisies.
Speak softly, speak low, speak when you're spoken to, they warn. My piercing scream seperates body from soul, scattering their fragments throughout the cosmos; exiling the Old Man from eternity; blurring slumber into awakening.
Awakening to nothing, dreaming about everything, no intersection can be grapsed.
From every hell arises the heathen who grants the believer plastic salvation; from every paradise descends the dishonest believer bored with banality, banished for raising a voice. Everything interesting lies between.
I wake up lonely. I wake up cold, wondering about life.
