Sheeple
Tired
haven't thought of a name
just wanted to write
to a few thousand people
one of you will answer
how they aren't a sheeple
words are my sword and seems
noone hears me loud enough
im a writer not a talker
read your damn messages to understand
my plan is simple, there will never be one
too many days with too few hours
sleepy, talking in my sleep
watching all the silly people bopping
hopping around, count them, damn
now you see it... sheeple
following orders and schedules
letters to teas, appointments and knees
trees are bowing and silent
but still seem more interested in
whats really going on deep dark
down on a simple surface of know-
ledges too? yea Im tired, maybe asleep
wait!
Am I dreaming of you?
Copyright © Soleia FireBorn | Year Posted 2019
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