Blue dreams rule...

Blue dreams rule my being, which is sad and I'm trying to get a revolution happening, but the ruling powers are using weapons of the mind and the fate of the universe to keep me down.
So I push back, I try to be the rebel, to overcome this oppression. Alas the tides not turning and the currents dragging me out to sea. Yes the odd battle in my war on life is successful but the war wears on. I have resorted to chemical weapons in this struggle for freedom and it's given me breathing room, but the airs feeling stale and I think the ceiling is leaking.