Awake

The proof is in the pudding.
The people in the crowd.
Will only follow the common message.
Instead, I look around.

At all their faces, I see boredom, gone to waste.
And in their eyes, I see a lack of empathy, gone without a trace.

It's not easy being green, in a world meant for blue.
It's not easy being open, to a closed-off point of view.

But I really meant it when I said it more than one or two or three more times.

It's sad to see this position, can no longer truly rise.

A message from the interpreter, the hardened, partners in crime,
The dream,

Doesn't seem to satisfy.
Doesn't seem to amplify.

What I really want.
What I really want to be.

Is to run to distant lands again.
And to be with the Fish of the Sea.

But you’re keeping me
awake.