Wolf in sheep's clothing

Who me? You want to know about me?
Hmmm let me see, twidility de twidility dum, my brain is just fun.
A few marbles loose, sometimes wanna tie my neck in a noose.
What keeps me living is my muse
and never having to choose who's gonna die.
The characters in all stories are forever alive.
Because this is a dream and reality is a lie.
Who is writing you?
Multi-universal tune out the haze,
truth is a mystery mind maze.
You are fiction,
a rendition of a consciousness that has no restrictions.
The alpha and the omega, everything in-between
where the verses meet at the seams.
Life is just a shared dream,
don't mean to sound insane, but we all have a brain.
But the soul we all share,
fractured personality of Gaia's hair.
With a demon on all our backs whispering dares.
Desire is the root of all suffering,
but to not want to desire must our lips be parched?
Should we fast from starch?
Stop the meat from being chewed between our teeth?
Must we not lust with something unjust?
Who is controlling the narrative?
Where does the story begin or end if in the illusion there is just pretend?
Pretend not to see the truth until that third eye opens.
Awaken sheep, I am a wolf camouflaged in wool
but the good shepherd's tool.
I can tell you what I am not, and that is a fool!