Vitamin

I'm born

I'm alive

I breathe

In a moment or two I realize

that the sphere upon which I reside

is asleep on its feet

should I go back to sleep

We orbit the sun

I grow up

my open eyes see

A zombified somnambulist society

Leaving us as vitamins

for the hibernating human animal

Do you see what I mean

You stare at me like a vitamin

On the surface you hate

but you know you need me

I'll come dressed as any pill you deem fit

Whatever helps you swallow truth

all the more easily

And I wonder will you digest me

Into the sleep machine I won't plug in

in fact I'd rather die before I will comply

To you my friend

I write the reason I still live

'cause in my mind it's set the vitamin is ripe to give

Coming closer to another 2000 years

you and I will pry

the closed eye of the sleep machine