I suppose its subtle
like morning coffees fighting with the eyes youd love to close
metrolines and mirrors haunting your day before it even begun
but whats spiritual besides the 20 minute you dedicate to the book?
cars are not
but the bikeride is
you can’t teach those feelings
and neither can you numb them
the sun sets tone on the outsides of your cage
begging you to play
and all you do is force to ignore the reflections of your state
the ups driver made another mistake
the package got lost along the way
your tone of voice could be better
and your taking to long on that bathroom
she says unaware
unknowingly
or simply unbothered
and now there’s me

I was meditating
my head hit a wall and cant stop fuzzing
like the dizzyness following your year after a boatride
never really knowing if its me thats confused or the little thing inside my ear that doesnt understand the difference between land and sea
i need certainty
everyone believes you when you are certain and I don’t even believe myself
i’m from a place of questions and modesty
but I beg for such delusion
seeing what it brings to those with faith i must set up the trap myself and justify my price
im dying to win this game of life

cautiousley i’ll chase my dreams
longing for a beach
sit down
and let my breath fall over the wind
ill find the texture on my fingers again
stillness to the harm
and movement for the heart
im right where im supposed to be