Confounded my mind sits waiting,
For my heart that's fallen, past oblivion
Into fields of fantasy,
Where dreams are planted.

Till truths day does come,
Opening the door kept locked
By people fleeing rationality,
Poisoning our wishes.

"Finally", the bland men cry!
For one more day,
Upholding their ironic grip
On a corrupted reality.

And people once more
Fall into lines of premeditated routine,
Pulling weights that make the world,
Look as light as a feather on the wind.

Till wishes once more light the sky,
On top shooting stars of hope.