sabotaging slumber in mechanistic machinations
Is it the delight of a new dawn
illuminating the paths toward earthly aspirations
Is it the dynamic dream drawing-on
itself discontent to dream in discontinuations
What force is this which wakes us
The sun's cyclical rise and fall
like the Atlas Stone set ablaze
The tidewaters swell and stall
invading and retreating
in and out of phase
The moon caught between it all
revolving and reflecting
known by night, ignored by days
What force is this which wakes us
As eyes open toward some vital vision
As ears perk to the tune of some transmission
As nostrils sniff to seek some essence
As tongues twist round sounds in conversations
As fingers fret to feel for some presiding presence
Is there some sense beyond core contemplations
What force is this which wakes us
Is the force which brought us to our birth
the same that exiles souls from earth
What makes the butterfly dream itself a king
and the king a butterfly adrift while dreaming
Do we simply shift from dream to dream
from this life to realms more or less extreme
What force is this which wakes us
Is it my mind which guides these eyes
or some force beyond celestial skies
Is there truth beyond all our perceiving
or is everything either confused or deceiving
Have I been waking while I've wondered
or slumbering as my life's been squandered
Is free-will something ever offered
or are we puppets playing roles as proffered
What force is this which wakes us
At times it's clear as I awaken
that dreams are not to be forsaken
that it's not dreams that come from us
that we come from dreams which lead to us
awakened to a realm beyond all dreaming
awake within some much grander scheming
I'm left to live as dreams remain awaiting us
to come to terms with what force this is which wakes us
