Above the sun
That’s where I want to be…
It’s easy to realize
That luck chose you
But your blindness
Keeps you from seen it…
In the day to day confusion
In the hassle of a doubt
In the pain of anything
How many pages in our life
Have love deserved…
In the mysterious moonlight
Spilling at the ridge near the sea
Your verses are hidden
So mine, that I ask in my verses
That you wait…
I don’t know why
But always see your eyes
In all the corners
It’s a lie if I say
That I don’t think about you…
After all Philosophers don’t say anything
That I can’t say…
"If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things." - Rene Descartes
Listening to Porcupine Tree - "Train"
