Perception

What can I say to make you see?, What must I show to make you believe?

Of those praying "soldiers", fighting the balance of an unwinnable war of "freedom" and "slavery". I'll close the window and shut the door to be influenced by the ones that no longer are. It eats away at me until I am no longer myself, I am another. The reach of what men call 'The truth" is poisoning my thoughts, forcing me into a corner of silence, solitude and a perception derived from my own inner self.

I lay asleep yet awake before the judgemental eyes of structure. Am I to Wake to realize that all I've believed to be true are but lies. What to do?