Life a dream state whatever that means
Engaged fantasy choosing what seems
What we’re viewing we project
What we’re missing our own neglect

Things we aspire things of pleasure
At our fingertips desired treasure
Each essence a deep core of light
You choose what you think right

Roar of greasepaint smell of crowd
Maintains focus perform proud
The core learning as we engage
Stay awake reflect and rearrange

Hearing footsteps of growing old
Fear for safety feeling cold
Risked your youth questing truth
Never could be locked in a booth

Aspiring always seeking ends
Also huddle with family and friends
Remember essence is a sacred dream
Never let go relish that stream

Is there is fixed objective reality or a collective dream?

What about control and free will?

– Stewart Levine ©

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