The Ultimate

Do we want to wake up?
What does that mean
I think I have woken up
But how can I be certain?

I can, by feeling that feeling inside
That reminds me of how I'll never die.
This world is a tempting pie,
An illusion of material eyes.

But what is the real
The truth, the ultimate?
And what if I don't like it?
I suppose that would be too bad for me
If I were to try and fight it.

Emanuel Caparelli