I scream consciousness.
I scream aloud, awake,
and I am here.
Where do I go when I fall asleep,
Where do I go when my eyes blur over,
Where do I go when the world scrolls by,
Where do I go in the rabbit hole,
Where do I go when the talking heads
Tell me a story that just isn’t true
And everyone nods and says,
. “Of course — I see.”
I can’t say, but
I do know now
that I am here.
Woe to the liars who forged the chains,
Woe to the liars who told the tales,
Woe to the liars who held us back,
Woe to the liars who closed our minds,
Woe to the liars in the light of day
When the truth of their crimes
Is so easily seen
But everyone frowns and says,
“I don’t see it.”
The moment passes,
My consciousness fades,
Yet I am here.
Where do I go?
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