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