We're Running out of Earth

A continuation of mine and stefan Napier's poems. An idea and a bouncing board.

When you awake from your dream

will your conscious be awake

or will you still be frothing 

laying half naked

with your hand wrapped around your loins?

Will you awake from the stupor

that your dreamland self

is terrified of living in.

When you were on the other side of the veil

nothing scared you

nothing could prevail;

but when you're not in Neverland

you tend to be afraid to fly.

Why are you afraid to fly

when we have plenty of sky?

It's the Earth we're running out of

and the air is becoming toxic,

When do you plan to start?

When you awake from your dream

will you be awake?