On Existence

What measures truth?
Is my life something I'll afford
And I just have not yet figured out

My tendons hurt as the paper gets matted with ink
Now the right words are just on the brink
I swear that they're testing my patience
Run till my gut pumps inspiration
And I think I might now have figured out
Run till this rut feels insufficient
To the voice on the wind: Are you real?
Is it my intuition
Are you still into it?
Into this?

Or have I been robbing myself?
(Running away with the time)
So I might just now have figured out

I startle you
When I'm dreaming I talk in my sleep
Saying things that I'm not sure I mean
I still believe in things that I can't see

And I might just now have figured out that
I'm just a vessel
Energy flowing
I'm just a vessel
Energy flowing
I'm just a vessel
And I might now have it figured out