My heart tells me that it wants that

… yet it does not know anything at all

At all…

All of the pieces tumble and fall under the lightest pressure

When the appearance was robust

You can’t trust anything it seems

I didn’t see

So accustomed to delusional realities

Programmed and tranced out

… to go with the flow and don’t rock the boat

… yet some basic primal intuition keeps you afloat

Just under the surface of consciousness

Strategically preying on your chance to gain ground again