Dreams and realism

Im pretty sure Im happy,
That is depending on what happy is,
Meaning that meaningless things gain importance,
We shall all sleep in unacounted silence,
Postures destrubing the blood flow,
The numb limbs asound us with weight,
Luther wouldnt be too proud,
We are all niggers now,
I had a dream too once,
But when the sun came up,
Bannishing the peacful darkness,
I woke up and the dream was gone,
Broken memories loosend by astonished realism,
Failure indetured servetude,
We are all slaves to the mighty capital,
Money, sex, lies and negligence,
Crave to have the nicest things,
But its all a dream we will all wake up from,
In the nightmarish exsistance of hell,
Death lurks around every corner,
But in the dark, in my dreams,
I am the hero of the day,
The truth is I need a hero myself.