"What's it Like to Be Me?"

Do you even know what it’s like to be you anymore?

Where are you? Where have you been?

Do you have the sense that you’re missing out on your own life?

Let me help, we’ll get fucking Zen.

We spend all of our time in the future or past.

We are never here and now, and life moves so fast.

If you live in memories, you forget who you are.

You’re only right now and the futures too far.

Do you even know what it’s like to be you anymore?

Who even are you? (The answers are lies.)

Thoughts do not exist- just an electrical dance.

You are an all-pervasive awareness- in disguise.

“What’s it like to be me?”

That’s what you say.

Don’t answer just Be,

and do it all day.

Don’t answer with words,

don’t answer with mind.

It’s meant to break,

and through those cracks you’ll find…

Oh! Here I fucking am,

I am here right now.

You have to escape time

to get back here that’s how.

Do you know what it’s like to be you at all?

It’s you here and now, feet on the floor.

It’s all your success; it’s you when you fall.

The minds is a window, but you’re the door.

What’s it like to be me?

Just wait and wonder.

Watch your thoughts flee,

there’s nothing to plunder.

Just be here right now,

you’re solidified light.

Break your paradigms,

and chill out, aiight?

Do you even know what it’s like to be you anymore?

Are you living life on the outside?

Are life’s pressures baking you like a cake?

Stop resisting, go within and take a ride.

Suffering is resistance,

do you feel the heat?

You know you’re emptiness, right?

Energy infused in meat.

Perform all your duties,

navigate you route.

Perform action best you can,

but give up all the fruit.

Do you even know what it’s like to be you anymore?

It’s not a narrative or story, you just have to see.

“What’s it like to be me?” You wonder.

It’s meant to short circuit, so you can just Be.

Practice this shit.

Ask it all day.

“What’s it like to be me?”

Then let your thoughts fray.

You’re lucidly existing.

That is your biz.

If you want to experience it,

allow “what is.”

A sight is a photon,

a sound just a wave.

Let em’ come and go,

don’t cling and don’t crave.

Do you even know what it’s like to be you anymore?

Because, you know, you’re the only one that can.

Thoughts are phantoms and fable.

Don’t waste your entire fucking life span.

Every bit of reality

is woven in your head.

So stop wasting time

for soon you’ll be dead.

Feel existence-

in tow, taint and thumb.

Our bodies are smart.

Our brains kinda dumb.

Let your shit go.

That is your task.

You now know the method.

You know what to ask.

Do you… know what it’s like to be you anymore?

It’s not a damn thought- not a bit.

It’s an experience of now without any opinion

You’re already there, just release the bullshit.

It’s awareness of awareness,

it’s you behind thought,

It’s just you in all fairness,

not the lies that you’ve bought.

You can’t make it happen,

you can’t take a pill.

let everything go,

except for your will.

Don’t look in your mind,

feel what is felt.

It’s not cruel, it’s not kind,

it’s just you once you melt.

Are you figuring out what it’s like to be you?

It’s nothing you figure, project or show.

It’s what’s left over- the one thing true.

It’s what you are not what you know.

You just can’t explain,

it’s awareness in reverse.

Transcend pleasure and pain,

let it happen don’t rehearse.

It’s the experiencer of life,

it’s what allows you to think.

It’s the seer of sight,

it’s the smeller of stink.

Ask- “What’s it like to be me?”

You’ll find one thing true.

“What is it like to be me?”

You already fucking know- toodaloo.