Wednesday, December 01, 2004


Consciously dreaming of a stable existence
Rumours circulating within the boundaries of sanity
Outside, peace, love, and hope remain free,
unbound by the chains of hypocrisy
Released form their shiny plastic prisons through
the arts of arms production and nuclear catastrophe
Empty are the cities and scorched is the earth,
and above the stars shine coldly to balance
our eve of destruction with the continuance of
everything else intangible
Consciously dreaming that somewhere, I am happy