My living dream

My living dream is my nightmare

I exist in it, only as body without a soul 

I am an interdependent body, born into the corporate world of doing for the sake of doing

In my living nightmare I do for the sale of doing, but do not exist 

My soul is dead for its been bled and sucked out into nothingness

Each day is like ground hog day 

For I have become a hollow shelf, one to store and remove things off

I embody nothingness and nothing new, for there is no reason but to do in order to make ends meet

In my living nightmare I am stuck and trapped into a state of  a  newly revived trade of Slavery 

It's a subtle form of slavery which slowly kills ones souls and alludes one into believing the tasks are for a greater cause 

In my living dream I wake, rise, go on the rat race circle and produce for the man dressed in blue 

The man dressed in blue represents class of the higher state, king and ruler who makes us believe we are in it for the greater good 

In my living state and awaken state, I am astute to the elusion but still trapped 

In my living state I suffer loss of me, for I am aware I live but in a dead state 

I live in a mummified state and do not actualise my potential to awaken to me 

I continue in my living nightmare although in an awaken state of the living me