Pipe Dreams

What is it you ignore? My words you hear no more? Wait. Do I bore...you? There is nothing that I speak is new Just words I think, I speak, defining all I see Or is it me? Standing alone on a beach Sun heated, gazing across an ocean so vast? Oh contrast Polluted cities, no trees, no grass Pockets lined with cash with Streets paved with ash Alas, It's everything BUT a dream Of people living so extreme A thought so horrific, dare I even scream? Is it crazy to presume I'll wake up someday, Safe in my room Warm. Lying next to you?