The Real Multiverse

Can you feel it?
Sanity is running sand
Slipping through your fingertips
Escaping desperate hands

They push the pills
They squak threats
Of belted jackets
And Padded Beds

I will never need
What you define as normalcy
I feel no need
To assimilate into society
You are not making men
You are making zombies

Change comes only at will
You are as in control as you feel
Light, truth, justice, hate
Are only things conciousness creates
Do not be fooled by mind games

There is no one reality
If we all veiw this world seperately.