Hundreds of Au
observer
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Observing from the outside, observing movements.
A consciousness that's free of a moving body.
Dis-connection numbs depression,
A mantra spoken on a daily basis.
Stuck in a shell of what this used to be
complete with memories of well adjusted life.
So where is the road we hear about so often,
The one that comforts and consoles you?