Stepping Outside Imagination

There is a place where

You can’t think

You’re on the brink

Of thoughtlessness…

Try your best

Motion at rest

You can’t lift a finger

You’re a dead ringer

For no one, from nowhere

And nowhere to go

No up or below

No nothing to show

For all of your efforts

Your blood, sweat and tears

No, all of those years

Are long gone now.

But here, in this moment

Feel free to be you

And outside your thoughts

It’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.