in the deep
there is a deeper blue
a deeper blue
with a darker grip
a grip that's so loose
that needs to be tight
to tighten
the last piece
of ice cold,
dark blue
water that fills.
fills the soul
of the mute
mute because needed.
no amount of courage
or criticism
or gifts
could fill the void of tears
that is required to come
in and out.
but what is inside out?
when you see what's inside
and what has been lost,
could you accept the dying kid in me?
who wanted to be like you but ended up
being original.
the fake that was thought funny.
turned out to be reality that brought wonder
to the eyes of the happy.

could you see what was beyond when you were only showed infront?
could you sense what was behind when you looked afar?
would you see what was near when you look too far?
will you see what's near when you've looked too far?

should you look for what's far when it's near?
should the lost be found when it's only lost?
could the found be found again and again?
or could the not be a should?

do you see the again when it was only an awe?
will you show the change when there was nothing to change?
will you show the hidden but already shown?
will it be easy for the already when it was only..

will you answer when it does?
and if it does will it?
will it if you won't?
or should it then it all will?

do you see the difference of it all
when the difference is indifference
and it's not a question nor an answer but a statement