Standing on ground that isn’t actually there.
Stability in an unstable world is a state of mind,
A fragile illusion that lets you walk on air.
All obstacles are anthills at a bird’s eye view
Speak to voices that don’t exist, and ignore the ones you hear.
Don’t go looking for more and be wary of the ones that find you
The jabs, putdowns, the complaints are all down there
Feet callused through concentration, their words are merely splinters
to be stepped on and rubbed into that path you cannot share.
That path that’s not there
As long as you continue to walk forward,
the daggers cannot get you from behind.
Eat light, sleep deep
And drink only water or wine.
The real world, yeah its down there,
Full of distasteful distraction and many screaming splinters
There is no success to be found down there
Only here on the path that’s not there
There isn’t any better visibility up here
But there also aren’t any blasted walls
So what if it’s just an illusion in the air
Credit the resourcefulness of the human mind
There may always be potholes to send one plummeting to the world down there
But on this path, no one will ever fall behind.
