One day I shall wake
And see the world is not a life sentence
For the restless few the forsaken
In denial waste the demanding force
We all knew
The sky will be blue
The clouds distributed
All around in every direction n view
The people I pass pleasant but few
The shops I see
Spring cleaned and new
The world I arrive in
Perfect in everyway
But neither the people
Nor what I pass is true
They are a delusion
Of what I wish
But unfortunately
Not what I see.