Thinking Is For The Monkeys

Somewhere between it all
It starts to make sense
Oh how my mind starts to work
Cogs turning slower and slower
Until it reaches that sweet point
Where I can just go where the world takes me
Not burdened by decisions
No hassle of intellect
I become a particle
And in this new found freedom
My fellow particles and I don't hold prejudice
There is no living or dead
No animated or inanimate
But still we all communicate
And we hear each other loud and clear
For it is without the constraints of thought
And of our ever entrapping minds
That we can be reborn
To a place where things don't have to be funny for one to laugh
And words are only meaningful to the mute
In this new found freedom
Zero gravity has never been so grounding