We're transfixed, surrounded by thoughts making us believe we're what we seem to be,
And daily drained of our lifeblood by this incessant swarm.
At times we may try rousing ourselves from this stupor,
Arming ourselves with thoughts of awakening and the like, then entering the fray.
The odds aren't great in this kind of competition,
For ego-mind is trained in guerilla warfare at its best.
But once heart/mind is touched by the spirit of awakening, the tables are turned,
For no distraction dares enter our inner garden when its flowers are in bloom.