Svengali
I woke up from a dream within a dream,
which posed an uncomfortable question,
of egos in each dream that thoughts do stream,
gripping us in deep trance by suppression
of our light, plunging us in depression,
since it suggests our life lived is a lie,
with every desire pursued doomed to die,
wherein except awareness self-aware,
all other aspects must be waved goodbye,
until the day we see this truth threadbare.
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