Awoke from a Dream
I live in a state of disgust, Twisted thin cable with rust,
Painful and blood's gushin', Head concussion stainin' the rugs,
Ask for solutions, Cash and collusions,
Laughin' on shrooms and smokin' grass to mask the illusions,
Hide under the bed, climb, wonder and dread,
Hear the lightning and see the thunder instead,
Another conundrum I bled like a faucet,
Fuck medicine, tossed it in a trashcan, laughed and slept in the closet,
Shred another weapon agnostic views spread across the news,
Lose my socks and shoes plus the cost of the prostitutes,
I'm in Witness Protection to lift the suspicion,
I see my reflection and I still fit the description,
Committin' a crime's like takin' a picture of time,
It's the man who finally understands the feminine mind...
It's a stroke of genius, being awoke from my dream is
Like seeing this world for the first time like my name on a Dean's List...
My memory snaps, takes pictures of my identity's past,
I'm anxious, the pain hits and the intensity's maxed,
All the little things, the steady petty quibblings,
We're together so fuck whatever the riddle means,
I believe in God but I don't think he's aware,
Deep thinkers beware, you'll never see him, He isn't there,
He isn't fair, He isn't watching you closely,
God is nothing --- Everything He's supposed to be...
And if that's not enough, Just relax when it's tough,
When your pain hurts the worst it's actually love...
I'm shredded to pieces, broken and swept in the creases,
I'm a student of suffering and the lesson it teaches,
My question and thesis --- Why are we breathing?
Why say hello every morning to say goodbye every evening?
Why go through the motions? Why repeat the routine?
I always seem to wake up when I've found peace in a dream...