When they sleep, they are angry at you for being different.

For disagreeing.

For being afraid to believe them,

and accept their cold and greedy lies.

When they sleep, they forget that loves is what endures,

love is the point. They can’t play beautiful

loves games, they choke on anger

and certainty.

And feast on making you feel small and alone.

When you are asleep, you fear them,

believe them, give them pieces of you,

pay them bribes to feel

safe and secure.

When you wake up, you know you

can’t pay your way to peace and freedom.

It is free. There all the time,

like Dorothy’s slippers.

Right inside.

Do not ever stop playing

beautiful loves games.

Those that are asleep,

never do.