The world seems to break
For the better, stoned on marijuana.
We need to transcend it,
The stage which traps us---
The audience adapted
To perceptive lack; but let's
Attack the scheme aye?
And map a way to further
Wonderful witnesses of
Infinite dreams and puzzles,
Allowing all reveries and
Redeeming the stifled soul,
Despite the mad maelstrom
Of almighty consciousness.
your 'the stage which traps
your 'the stage which traps us,' reminds me for some reason of my teacher's line: 'the actor who slaps you on stage waits behind the curtain to congratulate you on your performance'.
i once dreamt that a man considered very hawkish in the political realm
and I both left the stage at the same time walking down the middle theatre
aisle to the back door