Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Like a cool evening breeze, we listlessly flow
A dream unto a dreamer, for all we know
Salvation sings of a disconnected tune
As an infinite realm of thought ensues

Hollowed eyes, a pathway to the broken
Tears scream of the words I’ve never spoken
Enslaved humanity crumbles in our hand
Then slips through reality’s fingers, like sand

Tomorrow won’t come, if we are set in our ways
Into a never ending dream, as it comes in waves
A vague expression, to show discontent
An eternity, it seems, until final ascent

Till then we sing, and raise our glasses
Taking a seat while each day passes
Onto another like the days we know
Then fall into sleep, ever so slow