Sometimes I think I forget how to be human,

As if the veil falls from my eyes and I see things in a different way,

Where this dance of interaction makes no sense at all

Where I am standing so far outside myself, I have forgotten how to be,

Perhaps forgotten the appropriate response, any response.

Sometimes I wonder if all my responses are simply conditioned reactions,

And where the real ‘me’ lies, if it exists at all.

Sometimes I step so far within, I literally have to focus on each word and their desired linguistic value in my brain,

Just so I can fathom a hint of what you are saying.

Sometimes I lie on my floor for hours and wonder if time remembered to move forward.

Sometimes I wonder if my existence actually makes a difference to anything at all,

And I don’t mean that in that need for attention kind of way,

But more like what does this lifetime mean in an expanse of a trillion life times.

I would like to just for a while, borrow your consciousness and your mind,

Just so I could experience a different pattern of thoughts and views and for a while,

To know what it feels like to feel other than this.


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