What is this life? 

Is there anyone who questions? 

When I dream, I dream world as real as this.

Who is in me speaking?

Who is in me creating? 

Why am I able to go anywhere I please? 

What is truth? 

Does it lie in me? 

Can I become who I wish to be? 

If I were to become whoever I desire, will this set me free? 

Or does this lead to a trap where nothing can satisfy me? 

No, there must a desire a so grand so outlawed.

And that is the beginning of wisdom.

To be still and know that I am God.