Am I a dream

too much geek

Peel away the cage
we are prisoners of perception , we are plants on a planet
believers of static dramatics
all colored pretty o so precious beauty come
I want to cut your cartoon throat.
I think therefore I am
believed to be an convoluted scam
sermonize by a barmy French man,
come again and again to this perpetual lie
we have been hypnotized by our five sided eyes
Twisting our dreams mirroring false reality
Please strike down undoubting faculties
Please come around to the boundless intricacies
In one mind a million worlds
In our sleep we paint the living into existence
Our minds’ marionettes play prejudiced guest in dream’s cryptic quest
Sweet subtleties blanket contorted rhythms but never believe in the schism truism
Splits don’t happen to anything infinite