Because the world that I see
The lines that I perceive
Are just so different from you
From your sky.
Your eyes must be shaped differently than
Mine.
Where do you stand?
How can I believe.
In whatever exists.
That we may change
Any moment to another
While breaths determine our steps
Looking back
I don't see
Or maybe just cannot perceive
Where this forked
And became.
While the other one dies,
We are only unaware.
Of less than exists.
Yet every one
So incomplete, still.
And though we may be opposing sides,
Does it even matter?
If in each one,
We are both still so small.
So look down on me
While she looks up at you.
And let's both miss the truth
The big picture.
And we 'll never leave
Our little worlds of perception.
Except you're there with the others,
And I'm all alone.
We never will transcend,
this atmosphere,
Will we?
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
Because the world that I see
The lines that I perceive
Are just so different from you
From your sky.
Your eyes must be shaped differently than
Mine.
Where do you stand?
How can I believe.
In whatever exists.
That we may change
Any moment to another
While breaths determine our steps
Looking back
I don't see
Or maybe just cannot perceive
Where this forked
And became.
While the other one dies,
We are only unaware.
Of less than exists.
Yet every one
So incomplete, still.
And though we may be opposing sides,
Does it even matter?
If in each one,
We are both still so small.
So look down on me
While she looks up at you.
And let's both miss the truth
The big picture.
And we 'll never leave
Our little worlds of perception.
Except you're there with the others,
And I'm all alone.
We never will transcend,
this atmosphere,
Will we?
