It's like the system is in a constant state of fight or flight mode
It's in a constant state of stress
Where is the next hit from life gonna come from?
Where in the world is my sacchidānanda?
I sampled every thing there is to learn
And my intellect paved the way
Nothing real is threatened
Nothing unreal exists
Herein lies my dumb ass
If I belong, I'll need a raft
Stiffened, reluctant to look around
Wrap me up in clouds
Shield me from thе mirrors
Glances made of knives somеtimes
But when the birds arrive
To feast upon my eyes
The cosmos tastes me in my coffee
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