Everyday we choose / Every morning when we first open our eyes / The realization / that we’ve just left our dream world behind / to be here in this dimension / Floating somewhere in an immense universe. / No escaping, really / But the moment of realization is brief / And we dive anew into the flow of mechanical living / Questioning nothing / Preferring the soothing comfort / of blissful conditioning. / And what we lack / We fill up with junk, stuff / Like dark matter crowding out the void. / Yet, even in our own ignorance, / Everyday we choose / Our intention manifested everywhere / Reflected in everything and everyone around us. / Our station in life, / Status, worth, ties, or lack thereof, / Our self-awareness, unique yet part of the whole… something / A collective experience for some entity / (Or perhaps some dream of that entity) / Makes you wonder / Can we un-choose? / Can we undo / the dramedy that’s no longer… / Fun? / Funny? / Fun enough? / For even if the dreamers in our dreams can / Dream and choose their own unfathomable lives / If God godself let us truly choose / Wouldn’t we want to stop? / I would want to stop / And undo / E-VE-RY-THING! / Me, I choose.
