Within The Dream Poem by Harley White

There are rights and wrongs, or so it seems,
in the most outlandish fancy flights.
When we're asleep even in our dreams
there's an awareness of wrongs and rights.

Yet are they the same for all of us?
Perhaps in our deepest inward core
far off from frivolity and fuss
there's a source profound that knows there's more…

To thyself be true, ‘tis said, but what
is self- a semblance that dwells within
behind a door that is often shut
amidst the incessant daily din?

We gaze at the stars but lack insight
into inner realms that shape our fate
through mindless passions that we ignite,
then realize too little too late.

What wisdom can save us from ourselves?
Could guidelines showing which path to take
lie in ancient books on dusty shelves?
Our future destiny is at stake.

Drowning in darkness, blind to the way
of where our true devotion belongs,
we drift unseeing through night and day
clinging to relative rights and wrongs.

Lost in the dream of our mortal plight,
we're fast asleep in delusion's spell,
innate, along with enlightened light.
Will humans awaken? - time will tell…