by James McCaig

Fleeting physical impressions
Fantastic sexual sessions
Without inhibition, things in the night
Align jagged nerves, making matters right
What is a dream?  What is real
Does the day or the night reflect how you feel?
Absent prejudice by mind so intent
In the day or the night, is time better spent?
Stifle desire, clergy will tell
Or fire will greet you in eternal hell
But who is awake and who is asleep
And which are the impressions one prefers to keep
Will we in the daytime, full of hope
Realize our ambition, be able to cope
Or should we develop our will
Yield to the center, false ego to kill?
And with every breath
Anticipate life in death
Awake from the torment of days of zeal!
Retire to dreams in the world that is real