Is your mind really full of empty?
In the reserves of your memory
do you have no contribution?
Somewhere in the recesses of reverie,
is there nothing of worth?
What frightens you from speech, daydreamer?
Who sleeps to dream because in your dreams
adventures are built,
speech is second to action,
third to feeling,
rules loosely based on absence of reality and what your body ate that day.
Come out and play, somnambule
– dreams can only take you so far.
Come back to your body, plane traveler
– your essence is in presence.
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