Dreams Become Religion

"Dreams Become Religion"
2010

As our day begin to die
Our beds become the cross
On which our minds are sacrificed
And our temples turn and toss
But then we sink deeper into the black
And become so paralyzed
That the only things that seem to move
Are our unsuspecting eyes
And then the sleep that scientists
Have done their best to chart
Becomes the God within our lives
As all logic falls apart
And then emotions are oft revered
Like the apostles they became
And memories are the gospel they recite
Without a hint of shame
But this gospel is so very free
From the perception of those awake
That in this world the seas can wilt
And the skies can often break
And clouds rain down like shattered glass
While humans fly without their wings
As the shards of subconsciousness
Pierce our skin until it stings
With the pain of disappointment
And the regrets we drown upon
But sometimes the sun comes shining through
And those emotions are finally gone
Leaving behind a welcomed trail
Of the days so bittersweet
That our lives will often find a rug
Just to sweep the memories beneath
Because the world where our totems rule
Will hate what we create
For they thrive on the selfishness
That our sedation will forsake
So as we resurrect each day
WIth the hopes of living out a dream
We see that people are more phony than
Our projections would ever seem
So then we retreat to sleep each night
With the hopes of escaping just a bit
And it's on our precious little cross
That our bodies seem to fit
And friend I often wonder if the day
Is the pennance we have to pay
For being reborn each and everytime
The sunlight fades away
So as the stars begin their turning out
I feel I must bid you all adieu
For there is a goddess I must dream about
And hope her arrival starts coming true...