I sit,
Sitting on the grassy knoll,
Feeling the breeze bounce on my skin
And fly through my hair.

I see,
Looking over those valleys of life,
Smelling the roses and dandelions
As they pollinate and entwine.

I smell,
The heaven on the earth,
My sense of smell being blown away
By the sense of life.

I feel,
The earths bellow me moving,
The cracks and creeks
As the Earth wakens.

But when I open my eye,
But when I open my eye I see the truth of this world,
The Grass around me stiffens and falls,
The Water boils and the life birthed from it dies,
The Air blackens with the dense smell of death,
The Earth cracks into huge fissures as the planet falls back to sleep.

But I still sit there,
I still sit on that illusion of the senses,
The propaganda of Mother Nature has not flocked my mind,
It has not tricked me at all for all the years I had sat on that hill,
For now I have opened my eyes,
I have now opened my ears,
I have now opened my mind and I know what I see...

For I Was Sleeping Awake.