Awareness, it seeks to be free
Like smoke that choose its wind
In the freedom behind the eyes
Where no one else can lay a claim
We imprison awareness in worlds
That are yet to breathe in the open
Like us, it is stranded and lost
Unable step past known horizons
They grow as we embrace sleep
Light tries hard to awaken us
It’s no match for the thick layers
Of dust and debris, we leave behind
As we discreetly construct a future
Out of bits and pieces of time
We trade from a diminishing pile
Until our essence returns to divine hands
Leaving behind remnants of dull soot
We can vaccinate against such decay
By palming the jewel of awareness