Shuffles of blinding feet
It changes much, all those little things about yourself you take for granted. Those fears chafing your skin, eating at you like maggots, were you a child when you dreamt such a dream, where was your wisdom when you risked such a risk, delicious on your tongue it was, lost in translation somebody's wrong. Your right, you needed it so much ,it hurt your teeth, this weird wacky, wonderful you, a paradise for beings, a paradox for self. I laughed at your reflection that day, like the martians did, eating into your psyche, spooning your subconscious, all those numbers you counted, what are you really capable of ?