Are we livin' in one?

Distinction is a disease 

and we're all infected 

Idealism,an illusion within,

unthinkably stimulated

They spell to you it's all black and white

and nothing grey

Undisputed,

your imaginations just won't obey

Following the rest,

So hollow in your own belief

Watching yourself struggle,

In the tangled lies you weave

Open to the probing

Unable to speak,

Longing to feel whole 

but numb forever

Is this a nightmare you've never dreamed before?

Or are you living in one?