Sentics

Breath in Breath out My Index finger in the palm of my hand I'll just Feel it all So I can learn to never feel again Like a Lucid dream The illusion of control The only Way to know Is to let go Breath is movement I wish my neck To be free of unnecessary tension So that my head may move forward and up And that my back may lengthen and widen And fan into width Movement is breath Breath is movement I must allow my impulse to be expressed As an unbroken line Freedom Poise Buoyancy If you Change what you think You can change how you move And if you change how you move You can change how you feel And enter The Plastique River