Taking invisible steps without my feet
Moving deep without my eyes
Listening to all there is without my prominent ears
Clapping without my elaborate hands
The dose of my fate
Staring at me in endless
The reality of my numb senses
Causes a stir in my guts. Breathing, Moving, sighing
And rejuvenating the bones
That’s all for my take.
The spark was a trap
To downplay my stubborn melody.
And Yes, I know that this is just but the fallacy of reality.
Where is the path that no one has stepped?
Where is the jungle without trees?
Where is the seat without anal heat?
Count me in
See my shadow as your link
Let me be part of the inhabitants
This is my quest.