on and off

I'm on. Hollow but buzzing.
Senses on instinct. No need for sharpness.
Just a light breeze. My knife getting sharper.
My mind is blank because I cannot see thru
the wall of the fence before me.
On the other side infinity. Fluid nylon
you can get wrapped up in.
Destiny jokingly ends at the cliff.
I have couch potato chip discipline.
Theres a thin wall between my muscle
and skin; FAT
The universe pukes me up every morning
right before I wake up.
I'm stuck on rewind.
I want to be strong and walk the narrow path,
but all I get are wide open days.
Take a walk in fields of grass where there is nothing to inhibit.
Fear is a cold breeze.
Its nothing more than a holographic energy.
I get turned off.