DISTANT Oh, the vertigo of your distant gaze. No use trying to explain what it does to me. Whatever there might be to understand, it won‘t get me any closer to you. All I can do is go for the dive and see where I‘ll end up ...
Whether you‘ll be there to catch me, how am I to know? I doubt it. Why should you return to where you been and left, moving on? I doubt it‘s about you and me at all. But to find out I‘ll have to go for it ...
No use waiting for somebody to explain. It‘s not about understanding but about learning. Learning by doing. Letting go of what I been taught and made believe. Freaked outa my mind ...
Maybe I shall find a new kind of faith. A kind of paradise no one‘s ever seen or heard of. Somewhere out in the distance of those eyes gone blind with what they see ...








