Bulls roar loud, snakes move past my feet.
So I'm awake. Or maybe not.
You slithered onto the floor and tried to stand up, looked me square with your blue eyes and said "I can't"
I can't feel my legs. You know you're dreaming, you know that all of it is not happening, but you are not in control. You are simply made to observe as things happen around you.
Without warning, you're somewhere else now. You're in control of your faculties.
You can't move and again you say that you can't, you just watch. All this weird, wired shit. But it's all things you've seen before. I've seen before.
Is it that weird? That wired?
I suppose I don't speak often as I should. You're the one who gets all the verbage. That's just it. The sad part really. You shouldn't be made to get the spiel.
And now my lack of speech has caused some rather strange tension. Shutting my damn mouth has kept people in such a pleasant position. I can see it all. People are, for the most part, happy. Hell, it's the most personable I've been in months, yet I've said the least. And I am bad at being a person, right? You know that more than most.
People are, for the most part, happy.
But I'll be damned if the current state of the wired hasn't made it so easy to read between the lines. I feel bad for seeing these things that people don't want to us to see, but then, they don't hide it, they just wrap it up in metaphors and confusing stories.
I've been old I have a strong sense of empathy. That reason why I see between the lines is because I'm empathic.
Would you believe that don't know what that word means?
Well, that's what the wired is for. I can look it up.
Food for thought: a fish that knows the hooks and tackles of a fishing kit better than a fisherman.
Having better knowledge of something other people will use more than you ever will.
Thats what that's like.
Regardless. It's good to know what's up with who, why, when, how. Keeps the spontaneity out. Keeps us from doing what we did all January.
Keeps you responsible.
And aren't you just the most responsible.
Bird's a bird, right?
So you're awake. You can't feel your legs.
I see you there, look you square in your green eyes and I say "I can't"
I can't get up. Or maybe I don't want to. Maybe I don't want to leave. I want to stay.
You can't feel your legs. I know I'm dreaming, but I'm not in control.