The Awakening

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In no man's land where zombies stand, walk, Living off of one dream and one plan. I sit, I stand, and I get high. I bypass the time. I'm so sublime when I'm high. My third eye is blind to the times. Unconsciously walking, stalking politicians to spoon feed me ambitions. Heavily medicated, I meditated and invaded my inside. Hated what I became. I took a rocket to outer space. And embraced my insanity as I hung with a couple of aliens. I touched down and landed in reality. My ignorance no longer bliss. I took two hits and then I passed it. I blasted off again. To a new dimension of being. Parallel to the other realm. Good and Evil. My third eye sees what I've been missing. I see the deceitful lead the blind. And the blind sees no evil as they do their doing. Maneuvering against the tide. The aliens and eyes that came alive. No longer shielded by the comfortable living of lies. No longer comfortable with the familiar. They try to change the tide. They grasp and hold on to the deranged train of thought that being free isn't free at all. We all stay high just to get by. As they Play on our ambitions for a better living. They give us a drug, a cure that will secure a rightful place in this dying land. the greed the zombies feed off and kill, steal just to survive... Until they come alive and see what the world has tried to hide.