Intellectual Wasteland - 2012/02/07

Drunken and lost
This is the midsummer night dream
Where life is not
The tiniest bit of what it seemed

Joyful and content
Unaware of the looming threats
Wafting forward
Towards the future that upsets

Sleepy and serene
The compulsion to let go enhanced
For only in there
Shall we remain forver entranced

Fearful and quiet
Praying for the danger to pass by
Ever silent in hopes
Nobody will ever dare to ask why

Hopeful and excited
The snake oil salesman speaks true
Even while suspecting
He is working on how to screw you

Foolish and incapable
Of learning from the many mistakes
Regardless of reality
Or of what our easy choices break

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