Some days you wake up on the right side of the bed
And again are days you discover the wrong side too
But today was such a day, without rights nor wrongs
Where neither the bed nor the body felt any different
Senses failing to arise from the no man's land between
The universe of dreams and a state of waking reality
Questions arise as to what is true and what is beyond
Seeming discrepancies that never conclude with logic
If what is being lived is far from the perceived truth
Hence what be the purpose to such prevarications
Dimensions of the mind try to define every moment
Are we only modifications of our intellectual process
Mere evolving of the false prophet in space and time
What need is there for discipline and devout thought
For skimming the milk of truth, of the cream of love
For the many words that wrote, and many left alone
A hundred meanings have been inspired till today
Of what wisdom shall conspire the mind to bind me
That every sleep awoken is a sign of freedom gained
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