What is consciousness, is it sentience
Do you deride 
The people who abide
In that state of being 
When you know what you are seeing 
As you look into the screen 
I thought that life was a dream 
And it was no kind of inception
It was just a mild correction 
On the usual way of perceiving 
And I know what they are believing 
About me 
That I would take my history 
And erase the future it would write
Though I insist I am alright
They tell me I’m not well
And that they know that life is hell
Inside my soul 
But they don’t see how I roll 
With the waves unto the shore 
Did I just make it hard to adore 
What you see
When I refuse to be 
Something that they long to see
Like a vague mystery 
School of thought in the summer
Then some dude starts a runner
In the garden that I grow 
Because he thinks he’s in the know 
But he knows nothing at all
I think that may be why he built a wall