Apr 25, 2006 07:22
Slender sleepers taken sweetly to their dreams
oh the dreams we've had.
oh the dreams I'll never remember
oh the dreams to be
we are already the buddha inside the ignorant layman
we are already the old man we will be
we are already the preacher soon to turn soldier
many of us have our feelers out searching for a connection
but our meeting is soured by our society
and we avoid touch and go about like ants in a colony.
everything now is a sedative, even adrenaline calms us anymore.
do our hearts race at the sight of beauty? At the touch of another?
check your pulse while I dance and check my own and realize my sedated self is hardly breaking a sweat
but a pause for the demanded dramatic effect
applause?
apple sauce?