No.39 Poem by MOHAMMED OBAID

What is a dream? ..
Nothing is what it seem..
Taking your mind to the extream..
Floating dead in a lonely stream..

Waking up is out the question..
You are always under inspection..
Following every instruction..
Dismissing each confliction..

Carving out your soul..
Till it's nothing more than a hole..
Burdening you like a mole..
Never again to be whole..

A dream is nothing more than a creation..
Your thoughts' infestation..
It's your minds' excavation..
Of a life long of medias' indoctrination..

Keeping millions in a never ending dream..
Always linked to the medias' stream..
Showing you the world as they want it to seem..
Limiting you to their prison of steam..

The truth is never lost..
But it always comes with a cost..
A price unbearable to most..
Accepting it turns you into a ghost..

Unseeable to those..
Still walking in rows..
Still being manipulated by their foes..
Salvation to them he owes.