To sleepwalk one thousand lifetimes and beyond The stillborn catatonic and adrift, ill prepared to row Never to reach the shores of dawn Cataracts on swollen eyes, ever so wide shut Aimless Societies of samsara We comatose creatures dream as one A Life long Slumber Strangle the common ape with the hands of a clock Each at a loss to move forward, frustrated, anxious and apart Ever resentful of life's mistakes, The dull ache that seldom abates Tear the source asunder March en masse to the geographic arrhythmia Simulacrum of a once abundant soil This land sadness permeates the landscapes of failure So slowly it has severed the tethers off The door to our perceptions but barely ajar With a lifestyle that invites extinction absolute