Sometimes I wonder what others feel when they stare into the world, 
To me
It’s like Light pouring into a dark and warm vessel. 
We capture the magnitude of something quite celestial, but there’s a space between the dark and light,
A grey area that brings it all together. Something so stellar. 

I look at the clock; I look at the floor; I raise my hands and look at the form and wonder..
Are our consciousness the fine lining weaved between us and what has been?
Or is it merely cast like a projector on a screen?
Who am I between this body and the world?

Handed these cards. Ive let them take me so far. 
Lost and fickle, but hopeful, 
and sometimes I think 
there may be something in between
This and what’s not seen  
an essence to capture and read  
something not so split at the seam
Such a bright and wise being. 

there’s a part inside not at all flustered by being but has been here before, and more. 
That guide between my voice and vision you know that thing that dictates all decisions.  
I feel it all around, when I look at the sun or the distance of ground. 
Or when you weren’t around and how I frowned.

It’s almost like
I might know something they don’t know.
I’ve been somewhere they haven’t been 
That unreachable thing behind the television screen. 
That silver lining in between 
That is me.