REALLY

 REAL

 

There's that remarkable saying ;
Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane , by those who could not hear the music

It seems as if some of us are dreaming
And the rest of us are asleep
and no-one knows what's real because perception is subjective twixt illusion and fantasy oft instilling envy.
It can catch you early so morality, conceptually, is a mere mile wide and an inch deep

which is handy because if you fall from grace you'd hardly damage your face

Kids have been killing each other ever since belligerence became a fashion accessory

Now it doesn't help if you look at each other improperly cause there's a thing called respect

and each one of us has the monopoly since it's not a concept but property 
much like the rule of law and sovereignty 
whose novelties include frivolity as a utility to manipulate hostility en masse

War is investment which is testament to our evolution being in a state of arrested development
Most barbarity being executed in the name of the most benevolent which is so detrimental that, to hell with it
There are 2780 gods approximately so don't worry, there's one fashioned for everybody's story and nobody's sorry
since corporate corruption is called efficiency when deth by deprivation is deliberate and consumption is disproportionate to population due to distribution 
 
and among the truths we're not facing is that the gatekeepers of our eco system are Arawak tribes in the amazon basin 
We the cognitive consider them primitive because they're intuitive
We take, destroy and never give
In turn, they know how to live

They know that each is conscious before they're born and that each  genetic characteristic came through the  physical material that ran through  grandparents and great grandparents and great great grandparents which is why we still hear them trying to protect us from the pitfalls our own performance

So having taken harvested means to biased extremes we use physics, philosophy psychology maths trying hard to define our picture of reality
since all we have is all we are allowed to see
On my birthday. I could cry if I want to but I couldn't knock down the pyramid of capitalism or wash the writing off the wall
That would be keeping it real
As real as brass tacks of looming destinies obliterating dreams like broken mirrors
whose shards of debris never stop cutting
and the pain is a fat parasite that will always find a meal

You're born and contracted to a corporation
The consumption of processed foods starts early 
brewing diabetes and cancers
School indoctrinates you from day one
You have fun 
You grow up in the midst of a foreplay 
You keep trying to have fun in that haze diverting the light onto yesterdays
Your organs, your bodies decay though our emotions may not have  aged a year 
You'll probably be scared until the lights go out
Somebody'll miss you dearly