A prisoner of normality

Reckless dreamers long forgotten

Who have assimilated their existence

They have made their dreams

The reality that we fight for

Their whispers are barely heard

Yet they echo mind numbing noises

That hypnotizes and enslaves individuals

Who then scream as sellouts

Who have sold their own dreams

Am I  a dreamer or is this a dormant signal

That constantly sends out a distress signal

This signal that constantly keeps me in check

Whenever i dare to step outside the norm

Normality has become the prison

A prison to which I serve a life sentence

A prison to which every action I take

Is benefiting a plan laid out for me

Before I could even sound out my first word

Am I a dreamer or a sellout

Who has sold his essence to the highest bidder

But I never knew I was a commodity

I was always blinded by this existential existence

That steals every ounce of happiness present

Because that is the price I pay

For chasing a dream that I never bought into in the first place

Reckless dreamers have enslaved me

And I am caught up in a maze

And every exist sign I go through

Is just the completion of a puzzle

That was never mine to assemble

I have sold myself to be commodified

And made as an appendage

A mere tool to help someone else's dream

Or dare I say greed

Because no matter how much I try

I can never be the dreamer that realized his dream

Reckless dreamers

Who have stolen my ability to dream