Followers

by day they implore you to follow your dreams
but by night you reenter them, helpless it seems

to prolong the ecstatic empassioned embrace
or escape from the orks in a slimy dark place

then you open your mouth, you’re unable to scream
and you wake with a start, it was only a dream

so follow your dreams, find the gumption you lack
it’s just like on Twitter, they’ll follow you back

to your bedpost when weary your bones go to bed
and you drift off to sleep with a vague sense of dread