Ego-mind tries making this dream-world more real,
While our waking up-self suspects this realizing is overdone.
Our dream-self keeps seeking new experiences,
While life experiences itself through us as it pulls our puppet strings.
Like softened wax we're impressed by whatever comes our way,
Adding confusion to what later must be undone.
What's to be done but get out of the way,
And do whatever may invite awakening's presence?
