Allegory of Awakening

In West Africa, a man's eyes became very bad
For three months he laid in a hospital bed
No meds could cure the pain that he had
Til the night that he dreamed of his passed away dad

He said, son, there's no cure for you here in this place
Remember the ways of tradition, it stays
In your heart's intuition, there your vision awakes

The very next day, the surgeon arrived
The procedure was preppеd, but the man had declined
Dischargеd from his bed, he stumbled alone
Until he discovered a tree by the road

Remembering his teachings, he cut the tree down
And burned it with castor oil on the ground
As the tree burned, he gazed at the flames
And slowly the pain started fading away

The dreamer's not the one who's setting a goal
They are but a vessel for tales to be told
To others, to open the world when in fear
The dreamer shares wisdom for others to hear

Some dreams that we have are meant to be lost
To find them the moment our paths finally cross
I held what it meant to believe in a dream
Somewhere at the floor of the waves in the sea

If reality hits, I'll swim back to sleep
To drown, to escape
Soon I'll meet
Tsunamis I'll greet
Like the secrets I keep

In this record
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The dreams I release