FreeElectron

My life...there is so much that it isn't

That I want it to be

I'm so human, I'm so freaked out

Smoke in my eyes and I can't see

smoke in my eyes and I can't see

Smoke in my eyes...

My life, is a stream of experience, but all I experience still isn't me...

So, who's in my head, thinking my thoughts?

Dreaming my dreams, walking my walks?

Who owns these bones, who fills these shoes?

Who feel the pain when I cut, or I'm bruised?

So I climb up to a rooftop or slide down a mountainside and I ponder

Awareness is consciousness aware of itself, who else?

But is it me falling in love? Loving it all, taking my falls?

Getting back up, falling back down?

Always in motion, ...stuck on a rock...

It's just this life, a tiny expression, a brief glimpse of cosmic direction

It's here in the now, deep in the void, far in between the sound of my voice

But is it me falling in love? Loving it all, taking my falls?

Stomping my feet, out of my head, screaming in pain, laughing in bed

Inside my temple, out in the street, deep in a meadow, pounding a beat

Lost in my art, making a stand, running away, ...oh, holding your hand

Fresh from the womb, one foot in the grave

every moment I waste, every clue that I save

Wiping my tears, throwing my laugh, stubbing my toe, walking this path

Who's in my head, thinking my thoughts? Dreaming my dreams....