Wind blows to the east
sun rises in the same
dryness in a barren land
where is the start to the day?
do you see the plain and simple?
or is it the complex and mundane that come to you?
i know you, i know you
the fear in my eye tells me in the mirror that something is missing
its not a handle or a wrench to fix the problem
its not an available friend to talk to
its the truth, what do i know and understand?
do you see me? no, yes maybe? i dont know
but i do know that i am here and you are there
and in that there is a dream waiting to be had
do we meet or do we chat or do we stay where we are
pretending we dont care, i know
you want it to be right dont you, that sense in your mind
that says yes i’ll do it, but what is that sense?
it it playing games with you? or are you in love with the idea
you have of yourself, but reject the truth of who you really are
just talk to her, just talk to him and find out are you there
or are you here?