How is it that I could come to grow;
from a seed, planted in the ground;
how, indeed, could I come to know,
my circumstance, all around?
What is awareness; a picture show;
the windshield of my existence;
helping me, know how to grow;
granting me goal persistence?
Awareness turns a dream to reality;
like editing sound to the picture;
throw in a sense of finality;
and life fits in like a scripture.
How do I compare a dream to reality;
how can I tell which is real?
One has a sense of finality;
the other is a thought that I steal.
Reality never seems to go anyplace;
when you wake up; it’s still there;
a dream never occupies time or space;
for the dream is reality’s spare.
Reality requires we pay all the bills;
the dream lets us skate away;
reality requires we experience ills;
a dream allows peace to stay.
Follow our dreams to rainbow’s end;
for that is where life has begun;
where reality and dreams all blend;
and reality and infinity are One