Awaking to the doors being unlocked

Oh a mysterious hand slides a mysterious tray filled with mystery meat Oh the regular visitors sprout awake; trained to accept this daily feast

My mind begins to flood with the smells of grass, air, fruit anything besides recycled air ; my mind thinks what is this?

Oh this only the beginning; step1 in my Shoez

I looked forward to gathering with friends and family

I couldn't wait to move forward with my education

I thought everyone spoke in a forward manner

Til one day I learned; forward is an illusion mystified by fun

Forward is hard to swallow

Forward is too

Real; cause if I move forward who else will?

If I'm forward who wants to be real

Real as in factual

Real as in honest

Real as in naked to the soul

Can you see the brazen trail

In the mist of this frail climate

Can you feel the embers burning down your back

Can see the the rain

Can you feel the drops of air

Can you hear the screams of that lost child

Can you touch the shoulder of that elder

Can you open up your eyes