I view the things that surround me
Like the scenes in a movie

When the scent of the rain seems flawless
If I had a white hot chocolate to sip

Or as I let the soft sheets hug me
and realize that it has been tainted
by my old perfume

Maybe an indie song can complete it
To help my thoughts surpass
to what the universe has yet to reach

Would you tell me
What is yet to reach?
Is it also yet to miss?