Dreams within a dream are teamed with swimming in shit’s stream, the life we want never comes to being. Therefore we live our life sleeping, the intuitive mind’s fleeing, succumbing to pharmaceutical easing. In this life they are leasing, we our owned by another, created on paper, to do the bosses bidding. Voluntary servitude happens Monday morning working for worthless currency that only serves as adornments. Its mere decoration, but it shapes our social placement, separating the masses so no two are adjacent. I see begrudged faces, besieged by anguish as they languish in a cess pit that is our world. Murders are televised as prime time events; families lament, convicts repent, the news networks’ rewarded as if there heaven sent. A hedonist society mired in sodomy, entranced titillation. In this we feel ebullient, but it leading to our abasement. Doom is imminent if we abandon our benevolence, turn off that signal that’s engineering your dishevelment. Love is the medicine that cures all illness, its lost in the troposphere, can you tell me where love is?