Follow me into the valleys, there's not much left up here
look left mind your head and don't forget to breathe.
Sometimes the world spins sideways but everyone still seems to be upside down when it stops.
Blank blank blank, the world speaks to me sometimes, the shadows mesmorise me eternally slaves to objects in the sun only to be cast away by their brethren.
Like the day I realise I am from the dust and shall one day return. My memories fading into the cosmos let my atoms be scattered across the galaxies and ultimately let my molecules bring life.
The sounds eventually dissipate, the heat eventually spreads.
Nobody knows what becomes of this reality we live in, but the one thing that is certain is change, the duality of our reality is like the concept of a coin.
We are simply just like paper boats sailing downstream until we eventually hit the rapids.