Brain is not mind
My body's not me
Meditated design
Of condensed energy
Throws back what matters
Floats on top of the churn
Backwards the current
The rest lost in the burn
Recycle each droplet, not a single soul free
No way to stop it, just a choice to not see
A choice to reject send it all back to the core
Watch it reflect, can't control what is born
Collect yourself in the air that you breathe
Can't separate, no singular to breed
Just that which looks inward
To think itself outwardly