THE SAGE

Stop overloading. I'm overflowing.
Sleep evades our restless minds.
Dreams could be falling. Thoughts would be silent.
Can you really tell them apart?

Stairs and walls and forests and faces.
Absurd cases of the overactive.
They don't stop, they don't breathe
when they whirl you around in the wonderland.

Idyllic lands, dystopian air, fills their canvas.
Careful lines and blotted ink on the ornate papyrus.
Dancing a dance of disgrace and dignity.
Pulling apart two limbs, two ends.
Stretch or tear, stitch or care;
Sell those bottled stories of synthetic reality.

I've walked this far, we've saved some bits.
You've clenched too hard to care now.
This runs too fast. That burns too wild.
Who hid our maps of the Where n' How?

Okay. Calm down. Look. At. Me.
We're the sages in their cages.
Forgive me but I lost the keys
...somewhere in the pages.