It’s just a lucid dream, don’t panic
You’re just swinging on your comfy cosmic hammock
But on the inside you’re a mountain
On the inside you’re a fountain
Just let yourself pour out

Look out
Through your window
In the sky

Call out
My name
Don’t be shy

Sun down
Lights up
Doors close

Shows over
Curtain falls
You rose

Blurry vision
Foggy night
Inside out

I don’t mean to burst your bubble
As this city turns to rubble
And society collapses in on itself
Keep that holy book on that high shelf
As everything around it begins to implode

Careless creations of untapped minds flood the streets of oblivion
Is it a conspiracy or is it just a coincidence
Slaves to commonality labor away