Sitting around a campfire
on a Saturday night
they didn't think to deeply
lest they suddenly become enlightened
and start singing and dancing naked amogst eachother.

Not that this would be a bad thing,
though they imagined what they would have to face
when they woke up the next morning
and the conditioned patterns had once again taken hold.

How might these unruly memories distort their relationships?
What state of confusion might arise from the reflex of such clarity?

So they sat around geting high,
playing silly little games,
and pretending that they were real.