Are you awake going somewhere in the distant
The sleeping ones know not the power of fantasy
And satisfied by imaginary instead of the real
Wake up from the day slip into magic things
You of strong beliefs and control with anger of voice
There is a choice to awake be it difficult and of strength
Set your alarm clock for continuous ringing to awaken
Help yourself before the need to change any other
Dance into mysteries atonements with ecstatic energy
Touch the subtle body to purity and union of love
Leave the fake disguise to become the assassin of hate
Disquiet silence and balance life detaching from your desire
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