Roll me along, find me a highway. Help me be free as a bird. I’d like to buzz like a bee finding the nectar of life.
I’m on a rollercoaster, moving without control of my own consciousness. Strapped into a machine called human mind, I want to throw up! Make it stop.
Oh wait I can put my hand on the lever and slow myself down so I can see. I can now get off, place my feet on the ground, walk with a slow pace, smile and pick what I choose for food for thought.