I'm born
  I'm alive
  I breathe
  In a moment or two I realize,
  that the sphere upon which I reside,
  is asleep on its feet.
  should I go back to sleep?
  We orbit the sun
  I grow up
  my open eyes see...
  A zombified, somnambulist society.
  Leaving us as vitamins
  for the hibernating human animal.
  Do you see what I mean?
  You stare at me like a vitamin
  On the surface you hate,
  but you know you need me.
  I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
  Whatever helps you swallow truth
  all the more easily.
  And I wonder, will you digest me?
  Into the sleep machine I won't plug in,
  in fact I'd rather die before I will comply.
  To you, my friend,
  I write the reason I still live,
  'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give
  Coming closer to another 2000 years
  you and I will pry
  the closed eye of the sleep machine