there are no means for escaping this world
it penetrates even into your sleep, and is its substance
you are caught in your own dreaming, where there is no space,
and are held forever where there is no time,
you can do nothing you are not told to do
there is no hope for escape from this dream
that was never yours
the very words you speak are only its very words
and you talk like a traitor under its incessant torture