Waking up to the same days,
watching the fools laugh at others,
seeing them buy nothing at all of worth,
those idiots,
and I see the sun,
when I wake up, 
content.

Days are fire,
life is full of liars,
daring to speak of the higher,
just another nightmare.

So much to reach for,
to sense, heal,
yet I can't wait to escape,
where I am destined to go to?
Probably just a blank sphere,
awakening.