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 'til my gut pumps inspiration
 And I think I might now have figured out
 Run 'til 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, I'm just a vessel (Energy flowing)
 I'm just a vessel, I'm just a vessel (Energy flowing, flowing)
 I'm just a vessel (Energy flowing)
 And I might now have it figured out