Oh the possibilities that run around me
All these endless voices spilling their wills on my ear
On my head
On my shoulders

Should I ever listen to them?
Should I ever bend to their desires?
How can you fight something that takes place on your own mind?

But I'm not sure if this is my own mind
Or if it is someone else's
That I stole and made it my own

Can you wake up in a body that isn't yours?
Will you know that when you finally open your eyes?
Or will you accept the reality imposed on you?
The sight that your guts perceive as their own.

After all, there is not a single way to know what is true
When your mind and your body experience different realities

The whisper that echoes through the bends of your voice
How you will know
If it really is you?

Shed your skin
Tear down your muscles
What is left when everythig else has fallen apart?