The clouds sprint,
A pace so fast for my feet.
The inertia trips me,
Wires around my ankles,
But forward is the only way.

I need no theories,
You know no me.
"You think" exhausts me.
The ground beneath your feet,
Never alive.

The petals fall off
Illusive confusion is what it is
I care, I care not
That's what it is.