Stuck in Subjectivity

Spacing out with my mind, trying to see past these lines,
between two of so many, stuck in the middle again.
Ignoring false knowledge from people who know little more,
exhausted of hearing, "but your just dreaming".

I only dream how social evolution murders, finding myself alone
Is there life on Mars? Yes, but it seems backward to the mind.
I can count only me, and doubtfully you, but my hope does not falter.
Even while others flee to escape away into space.

Seeking reason in the dark leaves an aftermath of infinite doubt.
We need shelter from ourselves, and we notice the silence of space.
These opaque lines appear challenging, but only when visible.
Suffocated in ideals and in vast detail, they all speed up the process.

Indebted to function, hands monotonously tick as seconds pass.
Their hands mechanically move, faster faster faster or so it seems.
Hasten the dying cells, the machine races to become immobile,
Finally the hands stop... The unit is replaced with a newer model.

With heart, I spill out my entirety for change,
However without sun, the lowly moon shadows my actions.
Thus lacking anyone to properly pedagogue, as if I desired that,
regardless the resulting self-confidence is unstructured.

I've arrived here... Does this still seem like a dream?
Yes, as the world is still wrapped in dated cellophane.
Choking us until lack of oxygen rots the mind.
So most of reality should be grounded in dreams.