Vitamin

Incubus

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?

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 the truth
All the more easily

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?

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

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