Brute Brain

My astral body plays dumb when I work everyday, Sometimes instead of exploring or having powers, I dream up work by the hour, I wake up without any type of calling or reason, Just a job no completion, I mean it makes perfect sense, When creating a self that continues on after mortality, It exists indefinitely without correction or need, Copying exactly what you were before you had to leave, So if work is all you see it might be, I tell people jesus returned in three days, 3 days to yourself and you might be back in ways, You might imagine different or distant lives, ...I still remember a poem I wrote, It's from a higher power when I learned to float, Remarkable what you can bring here, When this becomes the Dreamworld.