I want to show you what I see
Things I captured on film,
trivial and incomplete.
So I show nothing, to no one.

I want to tell you how I feel
Those stuff on my mind,
overflows like a summer stream
I say too much, followed by too little.

I want to explain where I’ve been
Descriptions dense, delicate
The speaker too immersed
To realize the listener left out.

I want you to know what I am
Then you ask me, “So,
what you think you really are?”
I am only guessing-
As I’ve never seen me
Like how you see me, night and day.