How is it that you don't wonder
The source of all that you're and you're not
Blinded by the veil called mind?
How is it that you don't pay attention
To the breath that teases you everyday
Living in the dream that each exhale brings an inhale?
How is it that you're not fascinated
By the withering of the skin
Did someone promise you of an endless lease of time?
How is it that you weren't touched deep
By the phenomenon of life that's always on
Is your body the deepest you've experienced?
How is it that you weren't hit
By your own silly non sense
Insured by the folly of the masses?