Awake we live a dreaming life, asleep, more of the same, I’ll read your dreams, tell what they mean – they’re nonsense, more’s the shame. The pity of it is, of course, when waking life is too: without direction life drifts on, we know not what we do. Life is short, the dream is long, the night must end, but how? The wish to wake is all it takes – the time to wake is now.
Verses of Five 