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Reckless dreamers long forgotten
Who have assimilated their existence
They have made their dreams
The reality that we fight for
Their whispers are barely heard
Yet they echo mind numbing noises
That hypnotizes and enslaves individuals
Who then scream as sellouts
Who have sold their own dreams
Am I a dreamer or is this a dormant signal
That constantly sends out a distress signal
This signal that constantly keeps me in check
Whenever i dare to step outside the norm
Normality has become the prison
A prison to which I serve a life sentence
A prison to which every action I take
Is benefiting a plan laid out for me
Before I could even sound out my first word
Am I a dreamer or a sellout
Who has sold his essence to the highest bidder
But I never knew I was a commodity
I was always blinded by this existential existence
That steals every ounce of happiness present
Because that is the price I pay
For chasing a dream that I never bought into in the first place
Reckless dreamers have enslaved me
And I am caught up in a maze
And every exist sign I go through
Is just the completion of a puzzle
That was never mine to assemble
I have sold myself to be commodified
And made as an appendage
A mere tool to help someone else's dream
Or dare I say greed
Because no matter how much I try
I can never be the dreamer that realized his dream
Reckless dreamers
Who have stolen my ability to dream
