I
I don’t like how I act
Or how I portray myself
It is as if I do not control
Social behavioral mechanics
Yet I see myself
II
No one seems to mind me
My mind is all I see
Within my self confines me
Mechanisms running free
If only my will could unbind me
Master of will to be
But actions are binding
Because of basic need
All I know is untie me
I want to see…
Behind the tree
III
There is a story
Of shadows dancing on cave walls
No perception of self, or “outside”
No ability to comprehend truth.
There is a story
I cannot tell.
Dancing Backwards To Reality;
Minding The Flame
MindWorld 