I wish I could run as fast as I could
But I keep telling myself I should
And than keep overthinking, never hitting
The striking point
Energy is split in two or three
I wish I never should
Think as much as
I could
Yet I do
And how do I know
These are not speculations
Not a thing is real
But then what is the meaning
Behind truth
Is it what we see
Materialisation
What we hear, what we feel
Is it us, our capacities to reach intangible realities
Introspection, conspiracy theories
Is everything a lie
But what is a lie
Is it the truth
Is it me, is it you
Is it nothing but a thing
Reflections, strands of words
Cantering letters
Flowering meaning
Seeds on tongues
Create, recreate accentuate
That is this,
This is that!
What is this
What is that!
Spell them right, flex your muscles
Harden your bones
Control your mind
Wireless remote
Press play
Resume again