You're living the dream
you don't realise it.
your naked self choking on the realisation that it changed
It all changed.
Years have passed since you recognised the face you see everyday
You see everyday in the mirror, a collection of wrinkles, dots and spots. The third knowledge you gain from your people's culture, the fantastic side of your life is hidden, not visible from here.
And you just wonder what there is that you're missing,
What special meaning is hidden under the blanket on your bed, or hiding in the poetry you produce tirelessly without an hint of direction or a reason.
Emotions. Here's your drive.
You walked and then you jumped and then you ran and then you just stopped. All in just an hour.
What are you looking for?