Living in a world asleep

They are all milling about
Painting pictures, drunk fools
Their balloons empty of hope
Never playing by the rules

Always pretending they see
Shimmering stars in bleak skies
Smoke stacks blinding their blank stares
Brilliant fire burns cold as ice

Beat the drums on beaten paths
This golden road leads nowhere
Forever slumber mass graves
Naked their bones are stripped bare

To fairy tales minds wander
Dreaming something that could be
Pressed fists to eyes wide open
Living in a world asleep

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