when i walk i walk with my body my eyes go quiet with my mind when i feel its not with the past when i let my body run the show if i have questions subconsciousness answers its never wrong its always right and then i find my hundred ways to convince my self it's lying to me stay in a cave its wrong or mistaken that my senses no longer work it high level bullshit that reality is just a dream just a made up thing in the mind that it floats by that it can't help becoming something else the light through the cracks in the sky the memory of some posture the primordial forgotten one
