Guided by your sightless eyes
And sounding ear and tongue
You let your feet be swayed
By contents of consciousness
And much-experienced habit

Now this nexus of consciousness
Gathers around it the opinions,
Feelings, and distorted perceptions
That support and complement this
Fabricated personal identity

And to not attend to the unfolding
Procession of events around you is to
Live in a life of lostness and chance
Slowly spinning out of control