Life

I sleep and sleep all this time.
I sleep away all that lie.
In the bed of passiveness I lay.
Waiting in my decay for a dream.

A dream of understanding
and my souls content.
A dream that will set my place in truth,
for the rest of days.

Open you're eyes!!! You sleepy fool.
Push away from the wondrous dreams allure.
Live the lie,
which you're life is.

Truth will not set you free
but in its shackles bind.
So I repeat.
Open up, those sleepy eyes.