ramble ramble.

and then-
i woke up.

i found it was not the world i thought i'd made,
the people were not the same people.
nothing was the same.

somedays my dreams were too heavy
to hold, and i set them free.
now i see, a mistake.
my dreams are not for the world,
for the world fears what it does not know.

the world does not know me.

when i woke,
i saw everything as you do,
full of chaos,
lonely.
nobody knew.

and so, freshly woken,
i sent you out,
to let them know,
but i forget sometimes,
the people don't listen as well as i do.

so, they still don't know.