Delirium

By: Michael Rivera

Clueless excess to the system creates collaborative clutter
to those that seeks no pin or point to the justice 
not served for the greater good of the humanity 
that slightly still remains today, till tomorrow comes 
to knock on the door and bring a new set of fickle conscious captions 
that you will see and read, yet forget like the refection in the mirror 
that perpetrates insanity of sociological perspectives,
untrained to the eagle's eye is always looking from the sky is the limit to gravity that will keep us down to the ground.

Sometime the myriad context creates a certain confined criticism of captivated conundrums,
that we run circles around , hoping to find the answer that are inexplicable to us,
because our framework is flawed.
Our motives to find a specific answer to the questions
results in unattainable recognition between truth and lies. 
For one must accept the errors of their way in order to grow into something new and provocative.

The socialism of capitalist enterprise is the slow death of a two-combined systems that we know could not stand on it's own.
It's the people who suffer from pure ignorance what they want to be, not who they are.
Reality will soon fade away to fantasy fiction; 
a new drug that takes us away from the horror and brings us to what we want to see.

When the delirium sets in,
the stories will rock the very essence of the existence
until the one wakes up from the dream within
the reality of nothing that agrees
with something that it timid in it's tone
of deceptions that never reveal the hidden meanings
are all underlying in its theme
yet no one knows the difference in what is decided
to be with continued deprivations of this man's sleep