Song Of The Awakened

I know that you don't exist

Yet my obsessed mind

Weaves a thousand dreams

Dreams that knows no boundaries

Sleepily slips into the realm

Of a colorful Utopia

Peacefully gliding through

Clouds of smoke effused

Dotted with glimpses of

An unrealistic starving array of possibilities

That the mind cannot connive

Oh, How beautiful is this!

Is this real?

Thwarting all, my rolling lids

Wake up to the noise of the mundane

Here it is! This is what it is!

And I arise to celebrate me myself and the Creator in me!