by: Michael Phillips
The world is nothing.
The people are nothing.
Nothing is nothing.
The world does not exist.
But in the mind of a Day Dreamer.
We plod on hopelessly and endlessly
everyday,
Day in and day out.
No rest, for we are slaves,
Slaves to ourselves.
Strive to break the chains;
And they call you insane.
They say conform.
I say break away.
They say I am bad.
I say I am only good.
They try to bring me down;
I strive ahead.
I live,
But only in the mind of a Day Dreamer!