Wake up and go back to sleep

wake up and go back to sleep

eyes stiched shut.
done so with the rusty needle
and moldy thread of delusion
all of everything familiar, all of it is an illusion.

all of everything familiar is an illusion.

stars hang from strings,
the mind is a storyteller,
people are actors,
thoughts of souls are a feeble attempt to deal with death,
and life is nothing more than a selfish pursuit for more.

you're dreaming.

so,
wake up.
look around with your mind's eye,
the light of reality is bright so open it slowly,
too quickly may render these tools useless.

awake to realize.

born to far from the fount of enlightenment.
silent whispers for peace slip through weak and withered lips,
and life is cruel in this way.
like a tyrant that slithers slowly under deep and desolate shadows,
cold like fire in its desire to consume.

ideas of reality.

brains traded in for PeaCe of man shaped mind.
Spoonfuls shoveled swiftly into swollen open mouths
reduces us to this.
predictable parasites depending upon unnaturally unfair lies,
confusion is the aftermath of mindfulness
so go back to sleep.