Far too often now I think

Far too often do I sleep

Far too often am I weak

Reason, treason find no ear

Leading, pleading take no voice

Pacified, villified thoughts on air

Living but not believing

Believing but not trying

Trying but not seeing

A tired voice thinking deep

Why must I always sleep?

Ideas swirling without end

Trapped inside a body without mind

Tied to a post and left to wither

Destroyed by a society undone

I might try to wander further

But my soul cannot endure

So here I sleep alone

Far too often now I think

Far too often do I sleep

Far too often am I weak