I can always see it before my eyes.
When I reach out my hand to touch it,
it disappears.
You know, I see,
I see it,
I see you,
I see the world.

I could see it,
but couldn't grab it.
I could see you,
but I couldn't reach you.
Why won't you take my hand?
Why would you only show yourself again and again,
when you don't want me to reach out?
When you don't want to take my hand.

2017/10/21 Lördag Kl:02:04