Foggy dreams carry me to whatever-land
floating in the sphere of options I turn and look back
no options there, only the hardest of necessities
the question is, which one is The True Reality?
Which one should be nourished and cherished?
Dreams of options might come true if kept alive
The hardest of necessities might dissolve into fogs
and the belief in either may lead us astray
What we need is a seer's eyes
with a piercing glance they discern the truth
by pricking holes in the balloons of false ideas
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