TRUE

In the shadows of intention 

Deep below your wakeful sleep

Underneath made-up delusions

Awe filled truth will make you weep.

Yet endless, mindless repetition

"I am good and, how are you?"

“Just two sugars in my coffee”

Block your seeing what is true.

Reality awaits you, dreamer

But fear and ignorance arise.

And block the path to morning’s sunshine

Obscuring knowing you are wise.

Oh, blinded sailor, on your voyage

So lost, adrift, your home so far

The windless wind that guides your sails

Asleep you’ll never see your star

Now ask yourself one final question

Lest all be gone in endless night

That does not waken in the morning:

“Did I live true with all my might?”