Reality:
I look for you with hunger but sometimes I feel an elegance in your mysteries.
And you come by and tell me what happens to you, but I only can hear you with a couple ears
You show me your nudity but you know my eyes, the reality of them, won't let me look at you directly
Maybe this is what they called the "back of god"
but still, I search for you, even sometimes I wish I could feel you more
And when I talk about you, I pretend, I have faith, I suppose that I know at least a part of you.
Blurry. Hidden. Yet here, always touching me, reminding my existence, reminding meaning
I look for you with hunger but sometimes I feel an elegance in your mysteries.
And you come by and tell me what happens to you, but I only can hear you with a couple ears
You show me your nudity but you know my eyes, the reality of them, won't let me look at you directly
Maybe this is what they called the "back of god"
but still, I search for you, even sometimes I wish I could feel you more
And when I talk about you, I pretend, I have faith, I suppose that I know at least a part of you.
Blurry. Hidden. Yet here, always touching me, reminding my existence, reminding meaning