- when i accelerate i remember why it's good to be alive -
nada surf

i saw you walk out from an alley and recognize in a shallow depth of water not a reflection of yourself but a metaphor of your mind.

Don't you lose who you are every now and then?

I think those cracked cobble steps under your feet are straining from the weight that's on your mind ... Me? I'm feeling weightless again -
don't see what i have left to gain

you think you understand, but no - not til you let go of the hand you hold every time you cross the road
cause you'll float away then, and maybe like me,
you'll feel weightless again
and you'll have nothing left to gain

you all told me to meditate with you that one day in a room full of people and my soul teared.

because i thought i was incapable. i thought the ground was unescapable.

the brother i made
described it to me
[the practice you call meditation]
and together we realised that neither of us
had seen through your eyes, or you, ours

unknowingly, our lives were what you sought
and the antonym of us was what you fought to escape
when you tried to meditate with thought
or without. and my doubt is cast out now
rambling about my body that's weightless again