Sleepwalkers

A sense of motivation lost in translation,

carrying a burden of someone else's past.

Render the results until a mangled

piece of newsprint juts out the other end.

Disguised as good news,

it trembles with words of imperfections

that lead groups into political rooftops,

shouting irrelevant material to people

whose purpose relates to truth and not bended words.

A screech for help protrudes,

so it's muffled and fed with stimulants & downers,

which leads the individual back in line

with fellow sleepwalkers.

A slip-up catches an eye,

then questioning comes into play.

But this is not playing at all:

it's a dig at the heart,

so far that we actually question who we really are.

Thinking we're doomed to a tortured life

filled with numbness & disappearing words.

Secret crowds form in warm, loving places

to awaken the sleeping.