We dream, that we are

This includes everything so far

What’s beyond the dream’s end?

That mystery cannot be penned

We live, that we are

The greatest gift by far

We seek something else

Ignoring this side of the fence

We exist, that we are

If complete, there is no scar

That hangs in the past

And no future’s forecast

We are, that we are

When opposites are on equal par

The dreamer becomes the dream

And the mind runs out of steam