Sweet Spot

Are you still a human, or have you lost your sense?
Do you still see, or do you merely look?
I need to know, I'm looking for my own
Those who allow freedom to be, and explore
Will find away, without a map to guide them
and those that strive to control and own
won't find forth even with GPS and a guide
You need to lose most, to find and see the ghost
Can't do it if you don't need it or breathe it
You wonder if it can liberate you
Hibernate what's inside and save you
It's yours to take it, sorry nobody can help it
Do you need help deciphering what's true, it's only you
the demons are fake, only silence within
Everybody wants you to feel like them
What about you? How do you feel, what do you want?
Do you still follow your passion, or put it in caption?
How do you love, what you envision
Or do you like the prison you're in?
Would you rather put up with fear in a box, or love in an ocean?
Living, it shows, no need of explaining
Let me observe and we'll see what it's made of, together