My dreams are so dumb, they are making me numb
I’m dragged here and there, where all kinds of people stare
While others condescend to me and explain why they are better than me
Then get to decide what I see and do while everyone slips through
My dreams are so mean that I don’t feel like mending the seam.
You demand an answer about this or that and then tell me what I lack
I searched in the dark, scouring the ark. Now I’ll turn on the lights myself.
I certainly don’t need you, so please go through
Don’t look back,
FYI – I see what you lack.