I'm born I'm alive I breathe. In a moment or two I realize, that the sphere, Upon which I reside, Is asleep on its feet. Should I go back to sleep? We orbit the sun I grow up My open eyes see... A zombified, somnambulist society. Leaving us as vitamins for the Hibernating human animal. Do you see what I mean? You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate, But you know you need me. I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit. Whatever helps you swallow truth all the more easily. And I wonder, will you digest me? Into the sleep machine I won't plug in, In fact I'd rather die before I will comply. To you, my friend, I write the reason I still live, 'cause in my mind it's set; The vitamin is ripe to give. Coming closer to another 2000 years; You and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine.