Written during my gray period. Based on a weird dream I had.

To hear the call of the wild,
I wonder how long I must crawl.
To hear the sound of the chanting voices
Thirsting for a brawl.
In the land of nowhere
Is where I long to be
With nothing whatsoever to look at.
A place where everything is free.

This is live,
Our ride through Oblivion.
Ain't much to look at
In this place called Oblivion.
This is wired.
Our brains fired.
This is real-
Our appeal.
Enjoy our new world: Oblivion.

Where's the hope?
The purpose of prayer
Is so we can cope.
Instead we lie in a dark lair.
On a bed of roses
We were told to dream,
Taking pictures with different poses
Just to find our cream.

But this live,
Our ride through Oblivion.
No more dealing with truths unkind
In this place called Oblivion.
In this fire,
My situation dire.
This is real.
Lips be sealed
Enjoy our new world: Oblivion.