sometimes you have to free yourself of thought,
the scrutiny, self-analysis
there's simply nothing left to realize or unravel
in your vast mind's premises
How can you see the beauty of the world?
with your eyes rolled backwards in it's sockets,
a burning stare into your soul,
both hands stuffed in empty pockets.
Look around, gaze anywhere, feel the ground & sniff the air
experience the new, try all that's there
live to live life without a care