Monday, October 18, 2010

...missing something great?

it's in the touch I do not have
the eyes I hardly ever see
the static when the world is hushed
and the frantic speeding inside me
it's in the way I see this world
when you're around and next to me
the moment when time seems to stop
and I feel your thoughts while I'm thinking
somebody ought to tell me what I'm missing
something cosmic, something great
in the absense of our thinking
I am assuming I'm too late
it's in the movement of your limbs
the smile I rarely get to see
the echo of our thoughts colliding battle front
the frantic speeding inside me
it's in the way I know the world
when you're showing me what there is to see
and every time the hourglass changes
I know I'm still missing something
somebody tell me what my eyes just can settle on
something cosmic, something great
perhaps I'm right, or perhaps I'm wrong
But am I just too late?
I might be too late...
...missing...
something great

by me

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