New World Order

i need sleep
like an addict needs his fix.
sleep
is nothing but
a bad habit.

besides,
if i am to finish this bomb shelter
in time to save us
where do you expect me
to find the time
to sleep?

"a new world order!"
they are crying.
so i start to hustle.
"a direct quote from
ADOLF HITLER!
oh --
how history repeats itself!"
they are proclaiming.
so i am digging,
because i'll be damned if
they touch me
with their ID chips
and magnetic strips
and mind control.

no --

no.

it's all an excuse.
i can't lie to myself.

i can't sleep
because of you
and because of the noise,
what was music
turns to static
and the sun comes up
and this song
that was pretty
is just an insulting mess
and i'm feeling stimulated
and so exhausted
all at once
and thinking about how
i need to take what they give me
because it's supposed to help me
sleep
and help me think
but i won't
because i'm stubborn.

i am tired of saying
i just want to be happy
"just".
just = guided by truth, reason, justice, and fairness.

i let the world see
what i have to say
but let few see
what i mean.
that is not a heart
on this sleeve.
just a drawing of one.
somehow it makes people
feel safe
the soothing sound
of a ticking clock
that can tell time
but not express it.